Tech N9ne (Ft. B.o.B & Hopsin) – Am I a Psycho.mp3 [TEXT\LYRICS]
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Tech N9ne (Ft. B.o.B & Hopsin) – Am I a Psycho mp3

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Tech N9ne (Ft. B.o.B & Hopsin) – Am I a Psycho. Lyrics included below.

“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!”

Off Tech’s All 6′s and 7′s album which is out today.

Read the full Tech N9ne “Am I A Psycho” Lyrics after the jump.

Tech N9ne – Am I A Psycho Lyrics

 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

[Verse 1: Tech]
 You’re crazy, I like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me
 So I used that dough to allure ladies (?) bathe me
 Never know that my minds for sure shady
 Pure Hades, Rev X Stady couldn’t endure to save me
 Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette
 In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
 I’ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yet
 Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ain’t bit her neck
 Open! I try to contain it but that damn dame thang’s soakin’
 Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
 Strange Lane hopin’ I can maintain coping
 But ain’t nobody talkin 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, huffin’ and puffin’ (?) my balls


[Verse 2: Hopsin]
 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 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 1000 name
 No lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame if you’re lucky you 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 stressin’ the game if I go to hell, than heaven’s is to blame
 I don’t mean to come off crazy but you mothafuckas 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 nigga she’ll go tell you the same
 Should I be ashamed? No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulous
 Before you get bent outta shape let me ask you this


[Verse 3: B.o.B]
 I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I’m rappin’ to you
 Matter 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 rappin’ to you
 Matter of fact act like I’m rappin’ to you if that gives you passion
 To use as an excuse to jump out of conclusion
 That I’m attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
 Y’all ain’t even the shit, no ya’ll 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
 Baby sitting little  bastards like little afternoon children
 You can 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 what my avenue is
 Man I swear I’m all up out of my brain like graduals students
 I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings topnotchhiphop
 I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
 But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet
 Then I’mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I’mma 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..


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