[Intro: MadChild]
My brother Bukshot, Jelly Roll, peace to Lil Wyte
What up to all the Juggalo family
This back swole (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: MadChild]
Yo I'm crazy, I don't need no damn security to follow me (nope)
‘Cause I got something tucked away that's my insurance policy (free)
And I don't give a fuck if I'm wrong, don't give apologies (fuck you)
With militant psychology (ugh), chilling in my Wallabees (yeah)
Four bright white stars like astrology
So Happy Halloween we got a twisted following (hahaha)
Demented with dementia
And I don't wanna hype it down
We're psychos with a bunch of psycho clowns in case it might go down
I don't wanna put this rifle down, I'm an Army sniper (ch ch)
Hold the bars like I'm a lifer or a motorcycle striker (vrrm vrrm)
One percеnter dark dementеd argumentive sinner
General to harsh Lieutenant
Reaper, I'm the Undertaker
Bodying so many rappers bought another hundred acres
So I can bury 'em alive filled with a thunderous hatred (ugh)
Understatement, something wrong with my brain
Start seeing the same psychiatrist and she went insane
[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
They're calling me crazy
They say that I'm insane
Or maybe it's the drugs
The reason we could blame
Or I'm just crazy (I'm just crazy, it's driving me crazy)
They say I'm a fuck-up
They call me a have-not
I gotta do something
Cause this is my last shot
Or I'm just crazy, crazy
It's driving me crazy (crazy)
It's driving me
[Verse 2: Bukshot]
People check my history before you throw your list at me
Traps you set are missing me
Hate for me's no mystery
Poison on your breath, your tongue is foul, you need some Listerine
Bullet holes can open up your nose, antihistamine (come on)
Got 'em pissed at me, shout and throw they fist at me (ugh)
Bet you done forgot I roll with killers down in Tennessee (yeah)
All the way to Canada, we show these bitches misery
Seven pulling beats up out the oven like rotisserie (hahaha)
I got a passion for murder so I'm blasting (yeah)
Jelly told me "hit and run" and I just need some traction (let's go)
Erase these lames around here we call subtraction (yeah)
Make 'em disappear with gritty bars and battle axes (come on)
Tryin' to be the greatest, knock 'em out like Cassius
Watch these haters stumble fall, and tripping like some acid
You bitches foul, I smell your gag, your shit is rancid
I'll give the word and make 'em die like Charlie Manson
[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
They're calling me crazy
They say that I'm insane
Or maybe it's the drugs
The reason we could blame
Or I'm just crazy (I'm just crazy, it's driving me crazy)
They say I'm a fuck-up
They call me a have-not
I gotta do something
Cause this is my last shot
Or I'm just crazy, crazy
It's driving me crazy (crazy)
[Verse 3: Lil Wyte]
I'm crazy like padded walls (walls), and mad baby daddies (baby daddies)
Crazy like an old man with amnesia in a straight-jacket (straight-jacket)
Went to the doctor, I got diagnosed with insanity
I'm wildin' like a Juggalo on day five at The Gathering
I'm out there like black matter
Shout out to Mad Hatter
When I see him he got ladders
Walk around one hand fatter
Ask around they'll tell you quick I could give a fuck not
Old school pickup truck riding shotgun with Bukshot
Bending down on Jelly Roll, Batman had a totem pole
Depending on what mood he in today, I really don't know (I don't)
We all got some screws loose (we do)
History of booze abuse (uh huh)
And I can't sleep to hit the snooze, I'm on the news (I'm on the news)
[Bridge: Jelly Roll]
I'm just crazy
It's driving me crazy
I'm just crazy
It's driving me crazy
[Chorus: Jelly Roll]
They're calling me crazy
They say that I'm insane
Or maybe it's the drugs
The reason we could blame
Or I'm just crazy (I'm just crazy, it's driving me crazy)
They say I'm a fuck-up
They call me a have-not
I gotta do something
Cause this is my last shot
Or I'm just crazy, crazy
It's driving me crazy (crazy)
It's driving me
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