I’m Psycho

[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 line, I'm on 'em They say I'm violent, my job is pest 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...