[Intro:] I see you loo-king at me, loo-king at me, so I ask
[Chorus:] Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yeah Im a psycho; I guess Im a psycho
[Tech N9NE:] Youre crazy, I like you, but youre crazy My tours paid me, so I used that dough to allure ladies ... bathe me Never know that my minds for sure shady Pure Hades, Rev X Stady couldnt endure to save me Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette in the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris? Imma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid because I aint did er yet Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I aint bit her neck Open! I try to contain it but that dame thangs soakin Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in Strange Lane hopin I can maintain copin but aint nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken I like fire on my skin, blood on my drawers, from up on her walls, Im sufferin, Im stuck in her claws, stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin', i'm a dog, afterwards I like really hot... wanna rub my balls?
[Chorus:] Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea Im a psycho; I guess Im a psycho
[Hopsin:] Mom, Dad? Im no longer the boy youre used to seeing Ive changed a lot, plus Ive grown to hate every human being My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes Now Im doing things I dont normally do when illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain Heck if I was sane I would've put down the mic and say fuck it Ill never rise to fame But with the wicked records I contain, I could prolly jeapordise your name No lovey-dovey lets ignite the flame, if youre lucky you'll survive the pain
Sorry that aint very merry to say, why is this game so scary to play? Well lemme think, cuz every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave Pause a minute, Im stressin the game, if I go to heaven, hell is to blame I dont mean to come off crazy, but you mothafuckas seem to think that Im hella deranged When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain If you think Im lyin then ask my mama nigga shell go tell you the same Should I be ashamed? No, Im livin my life so ghetto fabulous Before you gippin outta a show lemme ask you this
[Chorus:] Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea Im a psycho; I guess Im a psycho
[B.o.B:] I stab you with this mic and rap this verse Im rappin to you Matter fact Im rappin through you Never say my motherfuckin name unless you absolutely have to I am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru Cant even see you niggas, I wish I was rappin to you Matter fact act like Im rappin to you if that gives you passion to use ... to jump out of conclusion that Im attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo Yall aint even the shit, yall aint even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos So Im slappin you fools with wooden paddles you stupid Baby sittin low baskets like little afternoon children You can call me psychotic but its more like schizophrenic And I can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is Man I swear Im all up outta my brain like graduate students Im sorry, I didnt 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 could peel it back with a skilliet Then Imma fill it crack when I hit it, then Imma spill it back when you ill it Dammit Bobit Moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the earth Where is your mom? Why do you curse? Where are you from? Where was your birth? Where was you first? Why werent you in church? Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think youre going berserk
[Outro:] Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho? Yea Im a psycho; I guess Im a psycho Am I A Psycho? Am I A Psycho?