Am I A Psycho Lyrics - B.o.b.

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 clitoris 

I'ma get her wet 

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Sorry to get carried away 

I feel stupid 'cause I ain't get her yet 

Maybe she never looked at a fine nigga 

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 human 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 

Photos 

To be the only pleasures I can gain, heck, if I was sane 

I'd put down the mic and say, "Fuck 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 hell, heaven is to blame 

I don't mean to come off crazy but you motherfuckers 

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 

Nigga, 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 nigga, 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 motherfucking name 

Unless you absolutely have to 

I am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoes 

And you are not no fashion guru 

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 

Is just like old fashion voodoo 

Y'all ain't even the shit, 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