Luyện nghe bài hát Am I A Psycho

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 whom 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 burn me on the arm with her
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 feel stupid 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 damn dame thang's soakin'
ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
Strange hopin' I can maintain copin'
But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane
I like fire on my skin, blood on my
From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her
Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin' my god,
Afterwards I like really scolding water on my balls

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

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 have now turned my dreams 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 I'll never rise to
But the wicked records I contain,
I could probably jump without your
No lovey-dovey let's the flame
If you're you survive the pain
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 don't mean to off crazy
But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm deranged (hey)
I was seven years old,
I fell on my and I severed my brain (hey)
If you think I'm then
Ask my nigga she'll can tell you the same
Should I be
No, I'm my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent outta a shape my let me ask you this

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

I you with this mic
And rap this verse I'm to you
Matter fact I'm through you,
say my motherfucking name
Unless you have to I am not no fucking jacket
With no matching
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 that you passion
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 ain't even the
I got more flavor on the tissue paper my toobos
So I'm slapping you
With paddles you stupid
Baby sitting bastards like little afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But more like schizophrenic
And I can speak can tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like students
I'm sorry, I didn't to hurt your feelings
I see tears, come here,
Give me your face, let me it
But I how it would look
If I could it back with a skillet
Then fill it crack when I hit it,
I'ma spill it back when you heal it
Damn it Bobby boy, in the hell,
What in the heaven, what in the
is your mom? What are you cursed?
Where are you
Where was birth? Where were you first?
Why weren't you in
Why is dirt, all on your shirt?
Man I think that you're going

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

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