I see you (psst, hahaha over here)
Looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

[Hook]
I a psycho?
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 Steady couldn’t endure to save me
Why did 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
I palm the clitoris, I'mma get her wet
Sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine [bad word] stare at her [bad word] I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that dame thang’s soaking
Alter ego say "Why you let them gang bang folk in?"
Strange Lane hoping I can maintain coping
But ain’t nobody talking when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, I’m suffering, I’m stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffing and puffing, hollering, I'm a dog
Afterwards, I like really hot scalding water on my balls

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Mom? Dad? I’m no longer the boy you're used to seeing
I’ve changed a lot, plus I’ve grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into [bad word] scenes
Now I’m doing things I don’t normally do when illusion seems
To be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic and said,  [bad word] 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 getting too hairy to shave
Pause a minute, I'm stressing again. If I go to [bad word]  than heaven's to blame
I don’t mean [bad word] off crazy but you [bad word] seem to think that I’m hella deranged
When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
If you think I’m lying then ask my mama [bad word] she'll go tell you the same
Should I be ashamed? No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent out of shape, my [bad word]  let me ask you this

[Hook]

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I'm rapping to you
Matter of fact, I’m rapping through you
Never say my [bad word] name unless you absolutely have to
I am not no [bad word] jacket with no matching shoes
And you are not no fashion [bad word] Can’t even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rapping to you
Matter of fact, act like I'm rapping to you
If that gives you passion to use this as an excuse
Then just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attacking you dudes
It's just like old fashion voodoo
Y'all ain’t even the [bad word]  no, y'all ain’t even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots
So I’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Babysitting little [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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'mma feel it crack when I hit it
Then I'mma split it back when you heal it
Dammit Bobby boy, What in the [bad word]  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 dir