作词 : Tech N9ne 作曲 : Tech N9ne I see you I see you looking at me Looking at me, so I ask Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho 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 Stady, couldn't 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 feel that burn, I palm the ******** I'ma get her wet Sorry to get carried away I feel stupid 'cause I ain't get her yet Maybe she never looked at a fine ***** Sweat on her breasts and get vexed so 9 bit her neck Open, I try to contain it but that damn thang's soaking Alter ego say, 'Why you let them gangbang folk in? Strange lane hoping, I can maintain coping But ain't nobody talking when the insane man spoken I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws From up in 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 Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho Mom? Dad?, I'm no longer the boy you've used to seeing I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every humn being My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes Now I'm doing things I don't normally do when illusion seem To be the only pleasures I can gain, heck, if I was sane I'd put down the mic and say, '**** it, I'll never rise to fame But with the Wicked Records I contain I could probably jump a 'Dashian name No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame If we 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 the game If I go to heaven, hell is to blame I don't mean to come off crazy but you ************* Seem to think that I'm hella deranged Hey, when I was seven years old I fell on my head and I severed my brain Hey, you think I'm lying then ask my mama *****, she gon' tell you the same Should I be ashamed? No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous Before you gipping outta a shape My *****, let me ask you this Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho 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 ************* name Unless you absolutely have to I am not no ******* jacket with no matching shoes And you are not no fashion guru Can't even see you ******, 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 Is just like old fashion voodoo Y'all ain't even the ****, no, y'all ain't even the doodoo I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos So I'm slapping you fools with wooden paddles, you stupid Babysitting low baskets like little afternoon children You could call me psychotic but it's more like schizophrenic And I can speak, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is? Guess I gotta show these minors just where 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 would've peel it back with a skillet Then I'ma fill it crack when I hit it Then I'ma 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 weren't you in church? Why is there dirt all on your shirt? Man, I think you're going berserk 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
[00:00.000] 作词 : Tech N9ne [00:01.000] 作曲 : Tech N9ne [00:02.80]I see you [00:11.42]I see you looking at me [00:16.60]Looking at me, so I ask [00:22.35]Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? [00:28.15]Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho [00:33.00]You're crazy, I like you but you're crazy, my tours paid me [00:37.92]So I used that dough to allure ladies, to manure bathe me [00:40.72]Never that, my mind's for sure shady, pure Hades [00:43.70]Rev X Stady, couldn't endure to save me [00:45.88]Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette [00:48.80]In the same spot 10 times in a row [00:50.20]When I feel that burn, I palm the ******** [00:51.73]I'ma get her wet [00:52.46]Sorry to get carried away [00:53.31]I feel stupid 'cause I ain't get her yet [00:54.77]Maybe she never looked at a fine ***** [00:55.87]Sweat on her breasts and get vexed so 9 bit her neck [00:57.65]Open, I try to contain it but that damn thang's soaking [01:00.76]Alter ego say, 'Why you let them gangbang folk in? [01:03.72]Strange lane hoping, I can maintain coping [01:06.33]But ain't nobody talking when the insane man spoken [01:09.42]I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws [01:12.00]From up in her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws [01:15.03]Stuffed in her jaws, huffing and puffing, hollering, 'I'm a dog [01:17.70]Afterwards I like really hot scalding water on my balls [01:20.59]Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? [01:26.20]Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho [01:33.21]Mom? Dad?, I'm no longer the boy you've used to seeing [01:35.95]I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every humn being [01:38.89]My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes [01:41.78]Now I'm doing things I don't normally do when illusion seem [01:44.45]To be the only pleasures I can gain, heck, if I was sane [01:47.30]I'd put down the mic and say, '**** it, I'll never rise to fame [01:50.33]But with the Wicked Records I contain [01:51.79]I could probably jump a 'Dashian name [01:53.20]No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame [01:54.75]If we lucky, you'll survive the pain [01:56.15]Sorry that ain't very merry to say [01:57.60]Why is this game so scary to play? [01:59.02]Well, let me think 'cause every day [02:00.47]My balls are getting too hairy to shave [02:01.91]Pause a minute, I'm stressing the game [02:03.36]If I go to heaven, hell is to blame [02:04.97]I don't mean to come off crazy but you ************* [02:06.65]Seem to think that I'm hella deranged [02:07.99]Hey, when I was seven years old [02:09.19]I fell on my head and I severed my brain [02:10.79]Hey, you think I'm lying then ask my mama [02:12.40]*****, she gon' tell you the same [02:13.50]Should I be ashamed? [02:14.40]No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous [02:16.44]Before you gipping outta a shape [02:17.41]My *****, let me ask you this [02:18.69]Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? [02:24.19]Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho [02:31.30]I stab you with this mic and rap this verse [02:33.19]I'm rapping to you matter of fact, I'm rapping through you [02:35.60]Never say my ************* name [02:37.30]Unless you absolutely have to [02:38.92]I am not no ******* jacket with no matching shoes [02:41.37]And you are not no fashion guru [02:42.91]Can't even see you ******, y'all wish I was rapping to you [02:45.80]Matter of fact, act like I'm rapping to you [02:47.74]If that gives you passion to use this as an excuse [02:50.29]Then just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attacking you dudes [02:53.04]Is just like old fashion voodoo [02:54.77]Y'all ain't even the ****, no, y'all ain't even the doodoo [02:57.58]I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos [03:00.46]So I'm slapping you fools with wooden paddles, you stupid [03:03.33]Babysitting low baskets like little afternoon children [03:06.30]You could call me psychotic but it's more like schizophrenic [03:09.10]And I can speak, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is? [03:12.31]Guess I gotta show these minors just where my avenue is [03:15.18]Man I swear, I'm all about my brain like graduate students [03:18.25]I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings [03:20.66]I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it [03:23.38]But I wonder how it would look if I would've peel it back with a skillet [03:26.10]Then I'ma fill it crack when I hit it [03:27.50]Then I'ma spill it back when you ill it [03:29.35]Dammit Bobit Moore [03:30.50]What in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth [03:32.62]Where is your mom? Why do you curse? [03:34.17]Where are you from? Where was your birth? [03:35.54]Where was you first? Why weren't you in church? [03:36.82]Why is there dirt all on your shirt? [03:38.44]Man, I think you're going berserk [03:40.15]Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? [03:45.90]Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho [03:51.75]Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho? [03:57.72]Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho
