Karaoké Am I a Psycho? Tech N9ne & B.o.B & Hopsin

I see you

I see you lookin' at me

Lookin' at me

I see you lookin' at me

Lookin' at me so I ask so I ask

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

You're crazy huh

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 mind's for sure shady

Pure Hades, Rev X said that he couldn't endure to save me

Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette in the same spot

Ten times in a row

When I felt that burn

I palm the clitoris

Imma get her wet

Sorry to get carried away

I feel stupid 'cos I ain't did her yet

Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts

I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck

Open

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

Alter ego say

Why you let them gangbang 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 draws

From up on her walls, I'm sufferin'

I'm stuck in her claws

Stuffed in her jaws

Huffin' and puffin'

Hollerin', I'm a dog

Afterwards I like really hot scaldin' water on my balls

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

Mom, Dad

I'm no longer the boy you're used to seein'

I've changed a lot

Plus I've grown to hate every human bein'

My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes

Now I'm doin' things

I don't normally do when illusions seem to be

The only pleasures I can gain

Heck if I was sane

I would've put down the mic and said Fuck it

I'll never rise to fame

But with the wicked wreckage

I contain

I could probably 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 let me think

'Cos every day my balls are gettin' too hairy to shave

Pause a minute

I'm stressin' again

If I go to Hell then Heaven's to blame

I don't mean to come off crazy but you motherfuckers seem to think I'm hella deranged

When I was seven years old

I fell on my head and I severed my brain

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 get bent out of shape my nigga let me ask you this

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

I guess 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 of fact

I'm rappin' through you

Never say my motherfuckin' name unless you absolutely have to

I am not no fuckin' jacket with no matchin' shoes and you are not no fashion guru

Can't even see you niggas

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 this as an excuse then just jump up out of conclusion

That I'm attackin' you dudes

It's just like old-fashion voodoo

Y'all ain't even the shit

No y'all ain't even the doo doo

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots

So I'm slappin' you foolish with wooden paddles, you stupid

Babysittin' little bastards like little afternoon children

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

And I can't sleep

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 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 were to peel it back with a skillet

Then Imma feel it crack when I hit it and then Imma split it back when you heal it

Damn it 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, I think that you're goin' berserk

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Am I a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

Yeah I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho