PSYCHO
B.I.G JOE Lyrics

I see you
I notice you looking at me

I see you looking at me
I am aware of you staring at me

Looking at me, so I ask
Because you are looking at me, I question

Am I a psycho?
Is it possible that I am mentally unstable?

Am I a psycho?
Could I be considered crazy?

Yeah I'm a psycho
Indeed, I am mentally unstable

I guess I'm a psycho
I suppose I am insane

You're crazy! I like you, but you're crazy
You are mentally unstable, but I am fond of you

My tours paid me, so I used that dough to allure ladies
I received payment from my tours, so I spent that money to attract women

To manure bathe me
To cover me in filth

Never that, my mind's for sure shady
Absolutely not, my thoughts are definitely suspicious

Pure Hades, Rev X said that he couldn't endure to save me
An extreme form of Hell, Reverend X expressed that he couldn't withstand rescuing me

Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette
Why do I allow this stripper to harm me by burning my arm with a cigarette

In the same spot ten times in a row?
Repeatedly in the exact same location?

When I felt that burn, I palm the clitoris, I'ma get her wet
When I experienced that pain, I touch her vagina, I will make her sexually aroused

Sorry to get carried away
Apologies for becoming excessively enthusiastic

I feel stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
I feel foolish because I haven't had sex with her yet

Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts
Perhaps she has never allowed an attractive guy to look at her breasts

I get vexed so N9ne bit her neck
I become irritated, so N9ne bit her neck

Open! I try to contain it, but that dame thang's soakin'
Release! I attempt to control it, but that woman's body is wet

Alter ego say, 'Why you let them gangbang folk in?'
My other self asks, 'Why did you allow those people with violent tendencies in?'

Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain copin'
In an unusual mental state, I hope I can cope and manage

But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken
But nobody speaks when the mentally unstable person talks

I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
I enjoy the sensation of fire on my skin and blood on my clothes

From up on her walls, I'm sufferin', I'm stuck in her claws
I am experiencing pain and trapped in her grasp from being on her walls

Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin', hollerin', I'm a dog
Squeezed in her mouth, breathing heavily, screaming, I am behaving like a dog

Afterwards I like really hot scaldin' water on my balls
Afterward, I enjoy applying very hot burning water on my testicles

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seein'
Mother? Father? I have changed and am no longer the boy you are familiar with

I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human bein'
I have undergone significant changes and now despise every human being

My mood swings have now turned
My emotional fluctuations have transformed

My dreams into gruesome scenes
My dreams have become horrifying scenes

Now I'm doin' things I don't normally do when illusion seem
Now I engage in actions I wouldn't typically do when fantasies appear

To be the only pleasures I can gain
To be the only sources of enjoyment I can attain

Heck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic
Well, if I were mentally stable, I would have stopped rapping

And said, 'Fuck it, I'll never rise to fame.'
And declared, 'Forget it, I will never achieve fame.'

But with the wicked wreckage I contain
However, due to the evil chaos I possess

I could probably jeopardize your name
I could potentially harm your reputation

No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame
No romance, let's spark the intensity

If you're lucky you'll survive the pain
If you are fortunate, you will endure the suffering

Sorry, that ain't very merry to say
Apologies, that isn't a cheerful thing to say

Why is this game so scary to play?
Why is this industry so frightening to participate in?

Well, let me think, 'cause every day
Let me ponder, because each day

My balls are gettin' too hairy to shave
My testicles are growing too hairy to be groomed

Pause a minute, I'm stressin' again
Wait a moment, I am becoming anxious once more

If I go to Hell, then Heaven's to blame
If I end up in Hell, then it is Heaven's fault

I don't mean to come off crazy
I do not intend to appear insane

But you motherfuckas seem to think I'm hella deranged
But you assholes believe I am extremely mentally disturbed

When I was seven years old
At the age of seven

I fell on my head and I severed my brain
I had an accident and injured my brain

You think I'm lyin'? Then ask my mama
If you think I am lying, then go ahead and ask my mother

Nigga, she'll go tell you the same
She will tell you the same thing

Should I be ashamed? No
Should I feel guilty? No

I'm livin' my life so ghetto fabulous
I am living my life in a glamorous yet ghetto manner

Before you get bent out of shape, my nigga, let me ask you this
Before you get angry, my friend, let me pose this question to you

I stab you with this mic
I metaphorically attack you with this microphone

And rap this verse I'm rappin' to you
And perform this verse I am delivering to you

Matter fact I'm rapping through you
In fact, I am rapping directly through you

Never say my motherfucking name
Never mention my full name

Unless you absolutely have to, I am not no fucking jacket
Unless it is absolutely necessary, I am not just a piece of clothing

With no matching shoes
Without any corresponding shoes

And you are not no fashion guru
And you are no fashion expert

Can't even see you niggas
I can't even acknowledge you individuals

Y'all wish I was rappin' to you
You all desire for me to be rapping directly to you

Matter of fact act like I'm rappin' to you
In fact, pretend that I am directing my rap towards you

If that gives you passion
If that ignites your enthusiasm

To use this as an excuse
To employ this as a justification

Then just jump up out of conclusion
Then simply arrive at a hasty conclusion

That I'm attackin' you dudes
That I am verbally assaulting you guys

Is just like old fashion voodoo
Is similar to ancient supernatural practices

Y'all ain't even the shit
You all are not even important

No y'all ain't even the doodoo
No, you all are not even worth anything

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots
I have more significance on the toilet paper underneath my boots

So I'm slapping you foolish
So I am foolishly striking you

With wooden paddles you stupid
With wooden paddles, you idiot

Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
Taking care of little brats like children in the afternoon

You can call me psychotic
You can refer to me as mentally unstable

But it's more like schizophrenic
But it is more resemblant of schizophrenia

And I can't sleep, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is
And I am unable to sleep, can someone inform me of the location of my medication

Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
I suppose I must demonstrate to these young individuals what my path consists of

Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students
Man, I swear I am completely out of my mind like graduate students

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
I apologize, I did not intend to upset you

I see your tears, come here
I observe your tears, come closer

Give me your face, let me clear it
Present your face to me, allow me to cleanse it

But I wonder how it would look
However, I am curious about its appearance

If I were to peel it back with a skillet
If I were to remove it forcefully using a frying pan

Then I'ma feel it crack when I hit it
Then I will feel it shatter when I strike it

Then I'ma split it back when you heal it
Then I will separate it again when it heals

Damn it Bobby boy, what in the hell
Damn it, Bobby boy, what is happening?

What in the heaven, what in the earth
What is going on? What is wrong?

Where is your mom? What are you cursed?
Where is your mother? What is the cause of your misfortune?

Where are you from? Where was your birth?
Where do you originate from? Where were you born?

Where was you first? Why weren't you in church?
Where were you initially? Why were you not attending church?

Why is there dirt, all on your shirt?
Why is there dirt covering your shirt?

Man I think that you're going berserk
I believe that you are losing control of your mind

Am I a psycho? (Psycho)
Am I mentally unstable? (Mentally unstable)

Am I a psycho? (Psycho)
Could I be considered crazy? (Crazy)

Yeah I'm a psycho (psycho)
Indeed, I am mentally unstable (mentally unstable)

I guess I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)
I suppose I am insane (insane, insane, insane)