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 you, but you're crazy, my tours paid me So I used that dough to allure ladies to whom me Never know that my for sure shady Pure Hades, rev x steady they endure to save me Why did I let this stripper me on the arm with her cigarette In the spot ten times in a row I felt that burn upon the clitoris? I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away, I stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet Maybe she never let a fine stare at her breasts, I get but I ain't bit her neck Open, I try to contain it but that dame thang's soakin' Alter ego say why you let them bang folk in Strange lane I can maintain copin' But ain't talkin' when the insane mane spoken I fire on my skin, blood on my draws up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck 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 you're used to I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate human being My swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes Now I'm things I don't normally do When illusions seem to be the only I can gain Heck, if I was sane I of put down the mic and say Fuck it I'll rise to fame But the wicked records I contain, I could jump without your name No lovey-dovey let's the flame If lucky you survive the pain Sorry that ain't marry to say, Why is this game so to play? let me think, 'cause every day My balls are getting too 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 I'm hella deranged (hey) When I was seven old, I on my head and I severed 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 you get bent outta a shape my nigga let me ask you this
Am I a Am I a I'm a psycho I I'm a psycho
I stab you this mic And rap this I'm rappin' to you fact I'm rapping through you, Never say my name Unless you absolutely have to I am not no jacket no matching shoes And you are not no fashion Can't see you niggas, wish I was rappin' to you Matter of 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 you dudes Is just like old fashion ain't even the shit, No y'all ain't the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue under my toobos So I'm you foolish With wooden paddles you Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon You can me psychotic But it's more like And I can speak can anyone me just where my medicine is Guess I gotta show minors just what my avenue is Man I I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your I see tears, come here, Give me face, let me clear it But I wonder how it would 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 boy, what in the hell, What in the heaven, in the earth Where is your What are you cursed? Where are you Where was your birth? Where you first? Why you in church? Why is there dirt, all on your Man I think that you're going
Am I a Am I a Yeah I'm a I guess I'm a
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