I'm hella mixed up, yes, I know
lot of good and bad stuff as I grow
So now that I gotta live life when I'm both all I can say

[Hook: Tech N9ne] 
What's my name? EBAH!
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart
Evil brain, angel heart!

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] [bad word] right, I'm a maniac and I'm loving it
Call me anything but my [bad word] government
I can love a bit, no, a big my love will get
But in my brain I stay insane and I'm always on some other [bad word] 
Really want to [bad word] a [bad word]  E.B. can't get enough of this
See me take what I stuck her with then I got [bad word] and give it to another chick
Gutter trick, suck a [bad word]  State the texture of a brick
Making them [bad word] split, what a prick, the brother's sick!
Now back to my love, like to go there
Even when it's annoying like long nose hair
I can so share my heart in the cold air
And it's no fair, the size of it is so rare
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death rhymes
Take me light and my darkness will take your breath time
Call me Socrates or you can call me Tech N9ne
But since I found my new sinister out of respect I'm

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne]
Liberate me, Lord
I'm an angel and on this wicked planet nobody understands my angle is love
I was sent from above, but I've landed in blood
Psycho bandit, I've [bad word] a frightful damage and scud
Missile your mentals are misinformed and mixed in the middle of my menace
Murderers, Michael Myers' my mimic
Mom, you made a monster, I'm making minions in minutes
Money motivated mishap, as moody as Monica's ménage
Feel like I'm on Molly, heart as big as my body
When a hottie gets naughty, it's racing like a Ferrari
My obese heart swelling when it beats hard, telling me
To freak, not willing, like a beast, I'm yelling
Bloody murder, muddy word of wretched death rhymes
Take me light and my darkness will take your breath time
Call me Socrates or you can call me Tech N9ne
But since I found my new sinister out of respect I'm

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

[Verse 3: Tech N9ne]
My heart, smell like, vanilla icing
If slicing my chest open, a light beam of nice things
Of Christ brings bright wings, placement from thy king
Knight, seems right around the corner in my dreams
Horse [bad word]  [bad word] and human puke is this smell
To whom ever wondered my level, this is [bad word] Inside my crown I kill a gangster with fecies pig tail
And I'll live 137 years like Ishmael
Yeah… [bad word]  it isn’t misspelled
E.B.A.H, there go creepy A. Yates
Using women as a bait, and they face, fish scale!
Just another nut, of the other sock
Sweet as a buttercup and fake as [bad word] duck
Evil brain, angel heart, yes, I utter much
And I never cover up, why? (I'm a Klusterfuk)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]