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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 like you, but you're crazy, my paid me
So I used that to allure ladies to whom bathe me
know that my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x steady they couldn't to save me
Why did I let this stripper me on the arm with her cigarette
In the same ten times in a row
I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away,
I feel 'cause I ain't did her yet
she never 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 dame soakin'
Alter ego say why you let them gang bang in
Strange lane I can maintain copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane
I fire on my skin, blood 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 like hots scolding water on my balls

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

Mom? I'm no longer the boy you're 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 things I don't normally do
When illusions to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was I would of put down the mic and say
Fuck it never rise to fame
But with the records I contain,
I could probably jump without your
No lovey-dovey let's ignite the
If you're you survive the pain
Sorry that ain't marry to say,
Why is game so scary to play?
Well let me think, 'cause day
My balls are getting too to shave
a minute,
I'm stressin' the if I go to hell,
heavens to blame
I mean to come off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to that I'm hella deranged (hey)
I was seven years old,
I fell on my head and I severed my (hey)
If you I'm lying then
Ask my mama she'll can tell you the same
I be ashamed?
No, I'm living my life so fabulous
Before you get bent a shape my nigga let me ask you this

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

I stab you this mic
And rap this I'm rappin' to you
Matter I'm rapping through you,
Never say my motherfucking
Unless you absolutely have to I am not no fucking
With no matching
And you are not no guru
Can't see you niggas,
wish I was rappin' to you
Matter of fact act I'm rappin' to you
If that gives you
To use this as an
Then just jump up out of
I'm attackin' you dudes
Is just like old voodoo
Y'all even the shit,
No y'all ain't even the
I got more on the tissue paper under my toobos
So I'm you foolish
With wooden you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards little afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But it's like schizophrenic
And I can speak can anyone tell me just my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these just what my avenue is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like graduate
I'm sorry, I didn't to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, here,
Give me your face, let me it
But I how it would look
If I could peel it back a skillet
I'ma fill it crack when I hit it,
Then spill it back when you heal it
Damn it Bobby boy, in the hell,
in the heaven, what in the earth
Where is your mom? What are you
are you from?
Where was your birth? Where you first?
Why you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on shirt?
Man I think you're going berserk

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
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)