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I see you

I see you at me
at me, so I ask

Am I a
Am I a
I'm a psycho
I guess I'm a

crazy,
I like you, but crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to ladies to whom bathe me
Never know my minds for sure shady
Pure Hades, rev x steady they endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper me on the arm with her cigarette
In the same spot ten in a row
When I felt that upon the clitoris?
get her wet, sorry to get carried away,
I feel 'cause I ain't did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga at her breasts,
I get vexed but I bit her neck
Open, I try to contain it but that damn dame thang's
Alter ego say why you let them gang folk in
Strange lane hopin' I can copin'
But ain't nobody when the insane mane spoken
I like on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, and puffin' hollerin' my god,
Afterwards I like really scolding water on my balls

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome
Now I'm doing things I don't do
When illusions seem to be the pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I of put down the mic and say
Fuck it I'll never rise to
But the wicked records I contain,
I could probably without your name
No lovey-dovey let's the flame
If you're you survive the pain
Sorry ain't very marry to say,
Why is game so scary to play?
Well let me think, 'cause day
My balls are getting too hairy to
a minute,
I'm the game if I go to hell,
Then to blame
I don't to come off crazy
But you seem to think that I'm hella deranged (hey)
I was seven years old,
I fell on my head and I severed my (hey)
If you think I'm then
Ask my mama nigga she'll can tell you the
Should I be
No, I'm my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get outta a shape my nigga let me ask you this

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

I stab you this mic
And rap verse I'm rappin' to you
Matter fact I'm through you,
Never say my motherfucking
you absolutely have to I am not no fucking jacket
With no matching
And you are not no fashion
Can't see you niggas,
Y'all I was rappin' to you
Matter of act like I'm rappin' to you
If gives you passion
To use this as an
Then just up out of conclusion
I'm attackin' you dudes
Is like old fashion voodoo
Y'all even the shit,
No ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper my toobos
So I'm you foolish
With paddles you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like afternoon children
You can me psychotic
But it's more schizophrenic
And I can speak can tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my is
Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your
I see your tears, here,
Give me your face, let me it
But I wonder how it look
If I could it back with a skillet
Then I'ma it crack when I hit it,
Then I'ma spill it back you heal it
it Bobby boy, what in the hell,
What in the heaven, in the earth
Where is your mom? What are you
are you from?
Where was your birth? Where you first?
Why you in church?
Why is dirt, all on your shirt?
Man I think that you're going

Am I a
Am I a
Yeah I'm a
I I'm a psycho

Am I a (psycho)
Am I a (psycho)
Yeah I'm a (psycho)
I I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)