Psycho
B.I.G. Joe Lyrics

I see you
I am aware of your presence

I see you looking at me Looking at me, so I ask
I notice that you are observing me, which leads me to question

Am I a psycho?
Do I exhibit signs of a mental disorder?

Am I a psycho?
Do I display abnormal or violent behavior?

Yeah I'm a psycho
Yes, I am indeed a mentally unstable individual

I guess I'm a psycho
I suppose I possess traits associated with a disturbed mind

You're crazy! I like you, but you're crazy
You are insane! However, I am fond of you despite your madness

My tours paid me, so I used that dough to allure ladies To manure bathe me
I have used the money earned from my tours to attract women who engage in unusual sexual activities

Never that, my mind's for sure shady Pure Hades, Rev X said that he couldn't endure to save me
My thoughts are undoubtedly suspicious and sinister, resembling hell itself. Reverend X admitted his inability to help or rescue me

Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette In the same spot ten times in a row?
Why do I allow this stripper to repeatedly inflict pain upon my arm by burning it with a cigarette?

When I felt that burn, I palm the clitoris, I'ma get her wet
When I experienced that sensation, I stimulated her sexually, intending to arouse her

Sorry to get carried away I feel stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
Apologies for becoming too involved in the topic. I feel foolish because I have not yet engaged in sexual intercourse with her

Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck
Perhaps she has not allowed an attractive man to gaze at her bosom. I become annoyed, so I metaphorically bite her neck like N9ne

Open! I try to contain it, but that dame thang's soakin' Alter ego say, "Why you let them gangbang folk in?"
Unleashed! I attempt to control it, but that woman's presence is sexually enticing. My alternate personality questions why I permit multiple individuals to engage in gangbang activities

Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain copin' But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken
In a state of uncertainty, I hope to handle the situation. However, when my crazed alter ego speaks, nobody dares to interject or argue

I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws From up on her walls, I'm sufferin', I'm stuck in her claws
I find pleasure in experiencing burning sensations on my skin and having traces of blood on my underwear. As I am trapped by her seductive allure, I am both tormented and ensnared within her grasp

Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin', hollerin', I'm a dog Afterwards I like really hot scaldin' water on my balls
Placed forcibly in her mouth, gasping for breath, and loudly voicing my pleasure, I assume the role of an animal. Afterwards, I enjoy the intense burning sensation of extremely hot water on my testicles

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seein' I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human bein'
Mother? Father? I have transformed into someone unfamiliar to you. I have undergone significant changes and developed a strong dislike for all human beings

My mood swings have now turned My dreams into gruesome scenes
My fluctuating emotions have now caused my dreams to become horrifying and disturbing

Now I'm doin' things I don't normally do when illusion seem To be the only pleasures I can gain
I am engaging in actions that are outside my usual behavior, as illusions provide the only source of pleasure for me

Heck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic And said, "Fuck it, I'll never rise to fame"
Indeed, if I were mentally stable, I would have abandoned my music career and proclaimed, 'Forget it, I will never achieve fame'

But with the wicked wreckage I contain I could probably jeopardize your name
Due to the destructive chaos within me, I have the ability to potentially harm your reputation

No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame If you're lucky you'll survive the pain
No romantic or affectionate interactions, let us instead spark intense passion. If you are fortunate, you may withstand the agony

Sorry, that ain't very merry to say Why is this game so scary to play?
Apologies, my statement is not joyful to hear. Why does this industry seem so intimidating to participate in?

Well, let me think, 'cause every day My balls are gettin' too hairy to shave
Well, allow me to ponder, as each day my testicles become more difficult to groom due to excessive hair growth

Pause a minute, I'm stressin' again If I go to Hell, then Heaven's to blame
Pause for a moment, as I am becoming anxious once more. If I am condemned to Hell, then it is because Heaven is responsible for my turmoil

I don't mean to come off crazy But you motherfuckas seem to think I'm hella deranged
I do not intend to appear mentally unstable, but you all seem to believe I am extremely disturbed

When I was seven years old I fell on my head and I severed my brain
During my childhood at the age of seven, I had a fall that resulted in severe brain trauma

You think I'm lyin'? Then ask my mama Nigga, she'll go tell you the same
If you doubt the truth of my statement, feel free to consult my mother. She will undoubtedly confirm my account

Should I be ashamed? No I'm livin' my life so ghetto fabulous
Should I feel remorseful or embarrassed? Absolutely not. I am embracing a lifestyle that is both vibrant and immersed in the urban environment

Before you get bent out of shape, my nigga, let me ask you this
Before you become overly upset, my friend, allow me to pose a question to you

I stab you with this mic And rap this verse I'm rappin' to you
I metaphorically attack you with my microphone, delivering this verse directly 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
In fact, I am rapping through you. Do not mention my name unless it is absolutely necessary. I am not an accessory like a jacket without a matching pair of shoes

And you are not no fashion guru Can't even see you niggas Y'all wish I was rappin' to you
Furthermore, you are not a fashion expert. I cannot even perceive your presence. You all desire that I am addressing you in my lyrics

Matter of fact act like I'm rappin' to you If that gives you passion To use this as an excuse
In fact, pretend that I am directing my words towards you. If doing so ignites your enthusiasm and provides justification for your actions

Then just jump up out of conclusion That I'm attackin' you dudes
Simply leap to the conclusion that I am targeting you individuals with my words

Is just like old fashion voodoo Y'all ain't even the shit, No y'all ain't even the doodoo
It is reminiscent of traditional voodoo practices. None of you are even important or worthy of consideration

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots So I'm slapping you foolish With wooden paddles you stupid
I possess a greater sense of style on the tissue paper underneath my boots. Therefore, I am metaphorically striking you in a foolish manner with wooden paddles, highlighting your stupidity

Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children You can call me psychotic But it's more like schizophrenic
I am attending to young individuals who behave like misbehaved children in the afternoon. You may refer to me as psychotic, but my behavior more accurately aligns with that of someone with schizophrenia

And I can't sleep, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
I am unable to sleep, and I am searching for my medication. I suppose I must demonstrate to these younger individuals what my preferred method of dealing with challenges is

Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students
I sincerely declare that I am mentally detached, similar to graduate students who are thoroughly engrossed in their intellectual pursuits

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
Apologies, my intention was not to cause you emotional distress. I observe your tears, come closer to me. Allow me to wipe away your tears and alleviate your pain

But I wonder how it would look If I were to peel it back with a skillet
However, I am curious about the appearance if I were to use a skillet to remove the skin from your face

Then I'ma feel it crack when I hit it Then I'ma split it back when you heal it
Subsequently, I would experience satisfaction as I hear the sound of your facial bones cracking upon impact. Following that, I would separate your skin and reattach it once it has healed

Damn it Bobby boy, what in the hell What in the heaven, what in the earth Where is your mom? What are you cursed? 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 that you're going berserk
Damn it, Bobby boy, what is transpiring? What is happening in both hell and heaven? Where is your mother? What kind of curse have you been subjected to? Where do you originate from? Where were you born? Why were you not attending church? Why is there dirt present on your shirt? My conclusion is that you are losing control of your sanity

Am I a psycho?
Do I possess traits associated with a mental disorder?

Am I a psycho?
Do I exhibit abnormal or violent behavior?

Yeah I'm a psycho
Yes, I am indeed a mentally unstable individual

I guess I'm a psycho
I suppose I possess traits associated with a disturbed mind

Am I a psycho? (Psycho) Am I a psycho? (Psycho)
Do I display signs of a mental disorder?

Yeah I'm a psycho (psycho) I guess I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)
Yes, I am indeed a mentally unstable individual. I suppose I possess traits associated with a disturbed mind, essentially confirming my instability