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Hopsin lyrics : "I'm Not Crazy"

Krusher]
Hello Hopsin... Word on the streets is that you're crazy...
And I honestly believe you are


[Hopsin]
Listen, if I was really crazy I'd run up inside an orphanage

And torment kids, and beat babies faces with bags of oranges
Fake my origin and tell people that I was born to sin
I'd go back to filmin molested !@$^ again (Yeahhh)

I would murder a ^!$$% then steal his body from whatever morgue it's in
And take it back to an alley to torture it
Study all of the Freddy Kruegor, Michael Myers, and Chuckie horror flicks

(Baby is that a knife that you have in your hand?) Of course it is!
I'd run around crazy like the Afghans do with some black camp boots wearin a $#&@in Batman suit
And scream at (*##$es like I'm Fatman Scoop (C'MERE!)

And tell them to take a deep breath cause this will be their last chance to
I'd hate on everyone who's sane and gifted (Yup)
Then claim that my brain is missin while sniffin cocaine

And then cut my dick for the Pain Olympics
If I was crazy I would go pick up the mic and use it
And tell Dwayne Carter that I really like his music (%#@!)


[Chorus]
But I'm not crazy

I'm just a tad bit strange
I can't control the thoughts that always travel through my brain
Oh no, not my fault

So don't blame me
I swear to you that I'm not really crazy
(Ah!)

Crazy
(Ah!)
Crazy


[Cryptic Wisdom]
If I was manic I probably woulda neglected my responsibilities and made society respect it

I'd walk around in a dress and a can of gas
And blow up a motha$#&@a for laughin with half a match
Dig up all the baby cadavers and grab a basket

And shoot them through every window of every crib that I'm passing
I'd probably be back a couple hours later to $#&@ 'em with every bottle
I cut up within my labor

Take a breather, make a haste of it and bounce
To the house that's adjacent and chase everyone out
And take em down

Tell them I'm the devil and I'm claimin everybody for a battle that's crazier than my brain is
Grab a chainsaw, blow the $#&@in dust back
Leave it all and still ready me a new blood bath

Run back to the psyche ward
Check my perimeter and get in before they knew that I left


[Chorus]

[SwizZz]

Yo, I won't lie, I'm not as crazy as glue
But if I was let me describe all the bull%#@! I would do
I'd jack off with sandpaper while I'm watchin the View

Picturin Whoopi bald headed strokin @@#! with her !@(&!
I'll throw babies in dryers
Strangle tweakers that fidgit

Contract HIV willfully, just to purposely give it
I'd mug mothers on wellfare
Swim in gallons of gas

Meander to the battin cage and use my dick for a bat! (!#@(!)
If I was derranged, I'd cop me a chain
Make it rain like Washington and throw a stripper some change

Make her work it on the floor, #~!!@ pop on a handstand
Lick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam (Oh yeah!)
Honestly I'd be itchin for gunplay

I'll @@#! the .45 and shoot up church on a Sunday
I'll hi-jack a plane while it's still on the runway
$#&@ the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change!


[Chorus]

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