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Hello Hopsin... |
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Word on the streets is that you're crazy... |
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And I honestly believe you are [Hopsin] |
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Listen, if |
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I was really crazy |
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I'd run up inside an orphanage |
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And torment kids, and beat babies faces with bags of oranges |
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Fake my origin and tell people that |
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I was born to sin |
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I'd go back to filming molested porn again (Yeahhh) |
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I would murder a nigga then steal his body from whatever morgue it's in |
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And take it back to an alley to torture it |
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Study all of the |
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Freddy Kruegor, |
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Michael Myers, and |
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Chuckie horror flicks (Baby is that a knife that you have in your hand?) |
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Of course it is! |
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I'd run around crazy like the |
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Afghans do with some black camp boots wearin' a fuckin' |
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Batman suit |
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And scream at bitches like |
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I'm Fatman |
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Scoop (C'MERE!) |
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And tell them to take a deep breath cause this will be their last chance to |
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I'd hate on everyone who say they gifted (Yup) |
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Then claim that my brain is missing while sniffing cocaine |
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And then cut my dick for the |
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Pain Olympics |
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If I was crazy |
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I would go pick up the mic and use it |
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And tell Dwayne |
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Carter that |
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I really like his music (Shit) [Chorus] |
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But I'm not crazy |
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I'm just a tad bit strange |
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I can't control the thoughts that always travel through my brain |
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Oh no, not my fault |
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So don't blame me |
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I swear to you that |
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I'm not really crazy (Ah!) |
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Crazy (Ah!) |
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Crazy [Cryptic Wisdom] |
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If I was mad |
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I probably woulda neglected my responsibilities and made society respect it |
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I'd walk around in a dress with a can of gas |
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And blow up a mothafucka for laughing with half a match |
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Dig up all the baby cadavers and grab a basket |
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And shoot them through every window of every crib that |
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I'm passing |
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I'd probably be back a couple hours later to fuck 'em with every bottle |
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I cut up within my labor |
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Take a breather, make a haste of it and bounce |
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To the house that's adjacent and chase everyone out |
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And take em down |
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Tell them |
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I'm the devil and |
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I'm claiming everybody for a battle that's crazier than my brain is |
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Grab a chainsaw, blow the fuckin' dust back |
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Leave it all and still ready me a new blood bath |
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Run back to the psyche ward |
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Check my perimeter and get in before anybody knew that |
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I left [Chorus] [SwizZz] |
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Yo, I won't lie, |
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I'm not as crazy as glue |
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But if I was let me describe all the bullshit |
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I would do |
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I'd jack off with sandpaper while |
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I'm watching the |
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View Picturing |
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Whoopi bald headed stroking cock with her boobs! |
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I'll throw babies in dryers |
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Strangle tweakers that fidgit |
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Contract H |
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IV willfully, just to purposely get it |
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I'd mug mothers on wellfare |
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Swim in gallons of gas |
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Meander to the batting cage and use my dick for a bat! (SHIT!) |
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If I was derranged, |
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I'd cop me a chain |
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Make it rain like |
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Washington and throw a stripper some change |
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Make her work it on the floor, pussy pop on a handstand |
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Lick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam (Oh yeah!) |
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Honestly I'd be itching for gunplay |
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I'll cock the .45 and shoot up church on a |
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Sunday I'll hi-jack a plane while it's still on the runway |
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Blow up the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change! [Chorus] |