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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 guess I'm a

crazy,
I you, but you're crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies to whom me
Never know my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x steady they couldn't endure to me
Why did I let stripper burn me on the arm with her cigarette
In the same ten times in a row
When I felt that burn the clitoris?
I'ma get her wet, sorry to get away,
I feel 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine stare at her breasts,
I get vexed but I ain't bit her
Open, I try to contain it but that damn dame 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, huffin' and hollerin' my god,
I like 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 longer the boy used to seeing
changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being
My swings have 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 would of put the mic and say
Fuck it never rise to fame
But with the records I contain,
I probably jump without your name
No lovey-dovey let's the flame
If lucky you survive the pain
Sorry that ain't very to say,
Why is game so scary to play?
Well let me think, 'cause day
My balls are too hairy to shave
a minute,
I'm the game if I go to hell,
Then heavens to
I don't mean to off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to think I'm hella deranged (hey)
I was seven years old,
I fell on my head and I my brain (hey)
If you think I'm then
Ask my mama nigga she'll can you the same
Should I be
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 I'm a psycho

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
no matching shoes
And you are not no fashion
even see you niggas,
Y'all wish I was to you
Matter of fact act I'm rappin' to you
If gives you passion
To use as an excuse
Then jump up out of conclusion
That I'm attackin' you
Is like old fashion voodoo
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 slapping you
With wooden paddles you
Baby sitting little like little afternoon children
You can call me
But it's more like
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 like graduate students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your
I see tears, come here,
me your face, let me clear it
But I how it would look
If I peel it back with a skillet
Then I'ma 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? are you cursed?
are you from?
Where was your birth? Where were you
Why you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your
Man I think that you're berserk

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

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