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