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...