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I see you looking at me

Looking at me

So I ask


Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?

Yeah I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

[Verse 1: Tech N9NE]

You're crazy, I like you, but you're crazy

My tours paid me, so I used that dough to allure ladies

??? bathe me

Never know that my minds for sure shady

Pure Hades, Rev X Stady couldn't endure to save me

Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette

In the same spot 10 times in a row

When I felt that burn upon the clitoris?

I'mma get er wet, sorry to get carried away

I feel stupid because I ain't did her yet

Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts

I get vexed but I ain't bit her neck

Open! I try to contain it but that damn dame thang's soakin'

Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in

Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain coping

But ain't nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken

I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws, from up on her walls

I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws

Stuffed in her jaws

Huffin' and puffin'

(help with the rest please)


[Verse 2: Hopsin]

Mom, Dad? I'm no longer the boy you've used to seen

I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being

My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes

Now I'm doing things I don't normally do

When illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain

If I was sane I'd put down the mic and say fuck it I'll never rise to fame

But with the wicked records I contain

I could probably jump a thousand name

No lovey-dovey let's ignite the flame

If you're lucky you survive the pain

Sorry that ain't very nigger to say

Why is this game so scary to play?

Well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave

Pause a minute

I'm stressin' the game

If I go to heaven

Hell is to blame

I don't mean to come off crazy

But you motherfuckers seem to think that I'm hella deranged

When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain

If you think I'm lying then ask my mama nigga she'll go tell you the same

Should I be ashamed? No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous

Before you gippin' outta a show let me ask you this


[Verse 3: B.o.B]

I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I'm rappin' to you

Matter fact I'm rapping through you

Never say my motherfucking name unless you absolutely have to

I am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoes

And you are not no fashion guru

Can't even see you niggas, I wish I was rappin' to you

Matter of fact act like I'm rappin' to you

If that gives you passion to use (please help me with this) to jump out of conclusion

That I'm attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo

Y'all ain't even the shit, ya'll ain't even the doodoo

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos

So I'm slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid

Baby sitting low baskets like little afternoon children

You can call me psychotic but it's more like schizophrenic

And I can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is

Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is

Man I swear I'm up out of my brain like graduals students

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings

I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it

But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet

Then I'mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I'mma spill it back when you ill it

Dammit Bobit Moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the earth

Where is your mom?

Why do you curse?

Where are you from?

Where was your birth?

Where was you first?

Why weren't you in church?

Why is there dirt, all on your shirt?

Man I think you're going berserk-

B.o.B и Tech N9ne - Am I A Psycho – текст

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