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I see you

I see you at me
at me, so I ask

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

crazy,
I like you, but crazy, my tours paid me
So I used dough to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Never know that my minds for sure
Pure Hades, rev x steady they couldn't to save me
Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with her
In the spot ten times in a row
When I felt burn upon the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away,
I feel stupid I ain't did her yet
Maybe she let a fine nigga stare at her breasts,
I get but I ain't bit her neck
Open, I try to contain it but that damn thang's soakin'
ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
Strange lane I can maintain copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' the insane mane spoken
I fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, and puffin' hollerin' my god,
Afterwards I like really hots scolding water on my

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy used to seeing
I've a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing I don't normally do
illusions seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I of put down the mic and say
Fuck it never rise to fame
But the wicked records I contain,
I could probably jump without name
No let's ignite the flame
If lucky you survive the pain
that ain't very marry to say,
Why is this game so scary to
Well let me think, 'cause day
My balls are getting too hairy to
a minute,
I'm stressin' the if I go to hell,
Then to blame
I don't mean to off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm deranged (hey)
When I was years old,
I fell on my and I severed my brain (hey)
If you think I'm lying
Ask my mama nigga she'll can tell you the
I be ashamed?
No, I'm living my so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent outta a shape my nigga let me ask you

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

I stab you with mic
And rap verse I'm rappin' to you
Matter fact I'm rapping you,
say my motherfucking name
Unless you absolutely to I am not no fucking jacket
With no matching
And you are not no guru
Can't see you niggas,
Y'all wish I was to you
of fact act like I'm rappin' to you
If that you passion
To use this as an
Then jump up out of conclusion
That I'm attackin' you
Is just old fashion voodoo
ain't even the shit,
No y'all ain't even the
I got flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos
So I'm slapping you
With wooden paddles you
Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon
You can me psychotic
But it's like schizophrenic
And I can can anyone tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show minors just what my avenue is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt feelings
I see your tears, here,
me your face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it look
If I peel it back with a skillet
Then fill it crack when I hit it,
I'ma spill it back when you heal it
Damn it boy, what in the hell,
in the heaven, what in the earth
Where is mom? What are you cursed?
Where are you
Where was your Where were you first?
Why weren't you in
Why is there dirt, all on your
Man I think that you're berserk

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I I'm a psycho

Am I a (psycho)
Am I a (psycho)
Yeah I'm a (psycho)
I guess I'm a (psycho, psycho, psycho)