Am I a Psycho?

[Intro: Tech N9ne, Hopsin & B.o.B]

I see you looking at me

(Psst, hahaha, over here)

Looking at me, so I ask

[Chorus: Tech N9ne, Hopsin & B.o.B]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I’m a psycho

I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

You’re crazy! 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, I'ma get her wet

Sorry to get carried away

I feel stupid 'cause 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

[Chorus: Tech N9ne, Hopsin & B.o.B]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I’m a psycho

I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 2: Hopsin]

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, 'cause 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 mothafuckas 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

[Chorus: Tech N9ne, Hopsin & B.o.B]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I’m a psycho

I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

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 doodoo

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 I'ma feel it crack when I hit it

Then I'ma 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 think that you’re goin' berserk

[Chorus: Tech N9ne, Hopsin & B.o.B]

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I’m a psycho

I guess I’m a psycho

Am I a psycho?

Am I a psycho?

Yeah, I’m a psycho

I guess I’m a psycho