[Chorus: Ester Dean & 50 Cent]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho), maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional), or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish), or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You be a casual till you slip up, we coming like vultures
Click clack pop pop boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come I come, I do shit my way
Nigga, I spell Dre N.W.A
I say spray, get out of the way
Flames up out of the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spend revolver I off 'em, come through your wake flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em
Good morning, today is a good day for mourning
First nigga get outta linе, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pеst control
I put the work, to all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming fuck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7:30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said fifty ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer
Get outta line, and I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
[Chorus: Ester Dean & 50 Cent]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho), maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional), or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish), or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause (yeah)
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me, this [?]
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me, I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when get at ya, I hit ya so hard
Your click feel like you been slapped by the [?]
Next full moon, I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that whoopty with that beam on to get at you
You niggas so effectious, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pussy, come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high, nigga you a CA
Feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange, call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished fucking, I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times, what is it man
Now who said I didn't do it like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let it of at ya door
[Chorus: Ester Dean]
Maybe I'm psycho (psycho, psycho), maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional (delusional), or a shot glass away from insane
Or maybe I'm foolish (foolish), or maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me, cause...
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