Вершы: Tech N9ne. All 6's And 7's. Am I A Psycho.

I see you loo-king at me, loo-king at me, so I ask

Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho?
Yeah I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho

[Tech N9NE:]
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 know that my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, Rev X Stady couldn't endure to save me
Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette in the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I'mma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid because I ain't did er 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 dame thang's soakin'
Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain copin' but ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my drawers, from up on her walls, I'm sufferin, I'm stuck in her claws, stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin', hollerin at my dog, afterwards I like really hot scullin water on my balls?

Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho?
Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho

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 illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck if I was sane I would've put down the mic and say fuck it I'll never rise to fame
But with the wicked records I contain, I could prolly jeopardize your name
No lovey-dovey let's ignite the flame, if you're lucky you'll survive the pain

Sorry that ain't very merry to say, why is this game so scary to play?
Well lemme think, cuz 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 mothafuckas 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 lyin then ask my mama nigga she'll go tell you the same

Should I be ashamed? No, I'm livin' my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you gippin' outta a show lemme ask you this

Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho?
Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho

I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I'm rappin' to you
Matter fact I'm rappin' through you
Never say my motherfuckin 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 fact act like I'm rappin' to you if that gives you passion to use
... to jump out of conclusion that I'm attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
Yall ain't even the shit, yall ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos
So I'm slappin you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Baby sittin' 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 all up outta 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 skilliet
Then I'mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I'mma spill it back when you ill it
Dammit Bobby boy, 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

Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho?
Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho
Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho?
Yea I'm a psycho; I guess I'm a psycho