I see you
I see you at me at me, so I ask
Am I a Am I a I'm a psycho I I'm a psycho
crazy, I you, but you're crazy, my tours paid me So I used that dough to allure ladies to bathe me Never know that my for sure shady Pure Hades, rev x steady they endure 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 'cause I ain't did her yet Maybe she let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I bit her neck Open, I try to contain it but damn dame thang's soakin' Alter ego say why you let them gang bang in lane hopin' I can maintain copin' But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane I like fire on my skin, on my draws From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm in her claws in her jaws, huffin' and puffin' hollerin' my god, Afterwards I really hots scolding water on my balls
Am I a Am I a Yeah I'm a I I'm a psycho
Mom? Dad? I'm no the boy you're used to seeing I've changed a lot, plus I've to hate every human being My mood swings now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes Now I'm things 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 probably jump without your name No lovey-dovey let's ignite the If you're lucky you survive the that ain't very marry to say, Why is this game so to play? Well let me think, every day My balls are too hairy to shave a minute, I'm the game if I go to hell, Then to blame I mean to come off crazy But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm deranged (hey) When I was years old, I fell on my head and I my brain (hey) If you think I'm lying Ask my mama nigga can tell you the same I be ashamed? No, I'm living my life so ghetto Before you get bent outta a shape my let me ask you this
Am I a Am I a Yeah I'm a I guess I'm a
I stab you this mic And rap this verse I'm to you Matter fact I'm rapping you, say my motherfucking name Unless you absolutely have to I am not no jacket no matching shoes And you are not no guru Can't see you niggas, Y'all I was rappin' to you Matter of act like I'm rappin' to you If that gives you To use as an excuse just jump up out of conclusion That I'm attackin' you Is just like old voodoo Y'all ain't the shit, No y'all even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper my toobos So I'm you foolish With wooden paddles you Baby sitting little bastards like little children You can me psychotic But more like schizophrenic And I can speak can anyone me just where my medicine is Guess I gotta show these minors just my avenue is Man I swear I'm all up out of my like graduate students I'm sorry, I didn't to hurt your feelings I see your tears, here, me your face, let me clear it But I wonder how it look If I could peel it with a skillet Then I'ma it crack when I hit it, Then spill it back when you heal it Damn it boy, what in the hell, What in the heaven, what in the Where is your What are you cursed? Where are you Where was your birth? Where you first? Why weren't you in Why is dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think that you're berserk
Am I a Am I a I'm a psycho I guess I'm a
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