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TECH N9NE FEAT. B.O.B. & HOPSIN : Am I A Psycho? lyrics

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TECH N9NE FEAT. B.O.B. & HOPSIN lyrics : "Am I A Psycho?"

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]

You're crazy, I like you, but you're crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies to manure bathe me
Never that; my minds for sure shady

Pure Hades, Rev X Steady 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 feel that burn I palm the [email protected]$%oris

I'ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine ^!$$% stare at her breasts, and get vexed, so N9NE bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that bang 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' hollerin' i'm a dog, afterwards i like really hot scalding water on my balls


[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing
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 illusions seem to be the only pleasures I can gain

Heck, if I was sane I'd put down the mic and say $#&@ it I'll never rise to fame
But with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jeopardize your name
No lovey-dovey let's ignite the flame if you're lucky you survive the pain

Sorry that ain't very merry 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 hell, then heaven's to blame

I don't mean to come off crazy but you motha$#&@as 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 ^!$$% she'll go tell you the same

Should I be ashamed? No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent outta shape, my ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@ing name
Unless you absolutely have to I am not no $#&@ing jacket

With no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru
Can't even see you ^!$$%s, y'all wish I was rappin' to you
Matter of fact act like I'm rappin' to you if that gives you passion

To use as an excuse to jump out of conclusion
That I'm attackin you dudes, it's just like old fashion voodoo
Y'all ain't even the %#@!, no ya'll ain't even the doodoo

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots
So I'm slapping you foolish with wooden paddles you stupid
Baby sitting little [email protected]$(s 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 where my avenue is

Man I swear I'm all about my brain like graduate 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 skillet
Then I would feel it crack when I hit it, then I'mma split it back when you heal it
Dammit Bobby boy, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth

Where is your mom? What are you cursed? 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..


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