Psycho
B.T.C. Lyrics

I see you looking at me
I notice that you are observing me

Looking at me, so I ask
Since you are staring at me, I inquire

Am I a psycho?
Do I possess psychotic tendencies?

Yeah I'm a psycho
Yes, I admit to having psychotic traits

I guess I'm a psycho
I suppose I can be considered a psycho

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

My tours paid me, so I used that dough to allure ladies
I earned money from my performances, and I used it to entice women

To manure bathe me
They showered me in their lies and deceit

Never that, my mind's for sure shady
Certainly not, my thoughts are undoubtedly suspicious

Pure Hades, Rev X said that he couldn't endure to save me
It was like hell, Reverend X admitted that he couldn't bear to rescue 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 pressing a lit cigarette against my arm

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

When I felt that burn, I palm the clitoris, I'ma get her wet
When I experienced that sensation, I massage the sensitive area, arousing her

Sorry to get carried away
Apologies for becoming overly excited

I feel stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
I feel foolish because I haven't engaged with her sexually yet

Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts
Perhaps she has never allowed an attractive man to gaze upon 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 presence is intoxicating

Alter ego say, 'Why you let them gangbang folk in?'
My alternate persona questions, 'Why do you allow yourself to associate with gang members?'

Strange Lane hopin' I can maintain copin'
In an unfamiliar situation, I hope I can handle and cope with it

But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken
However, nobody dares to speak when the irrational side of me emerges

I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
I enjoy the sensation of fire against my skin, bloodstains on my undergarments

From up on her walls, I'm sufferin', I'm stuck in her claws
I am suffering and trapped, entangled in her metaphorical claws

Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin', hollerin', I'm a dog
Pressured and overwhelmed, panting heavily, shouting, like a dog in distress

Afterwards I like really hot scaldin' water on my balls
Following that experience, I enjoy applying extremely hot water to my testicles

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seein'
Mother? Father? I have changed, I am not the same boy you are accustomed to

I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human bein'
I have transformed significantly and developed a strong dislike for every human being

My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
My unpredictable emotional changes have transformed my dreams into horrifying events

Now I'm doin' things I don't normally do when illusion seem
Now I am engaging in behavior that is out of character, when things seem unreal

To be the only pleasures I can gain
These abnormal actions provide the only satisfaction I can attain

Heck, if I was sane I would've put down the mic
If I had any sanity left, I would have stopped pursuing a career in music

And said, 'Fuck it, I'll never rise to fame.'
I would have given up and accepted that I will never achieve fame

But with the wicked wreckage I contain
However, with the chaotic destruction that lies within me

I could probably jeopardize your name
I have the ability to potentially harm your reputation

No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame
This is not a romantic endeavor; instead, let's spark the fire of chaos

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

Sorry, that ain't very merry to say
Apologies, but it is not a joyful statement to make

Why is this game so scary to play?
Why does this endeavor provoke such fear?

Well, let me think, 'cause every day
Well, allow me to contemplate, as each day

My balls are gettin' too hairy to shave
My testicles are becoming excessively hairy to groom

Pause a minute, I'm stressin' again
Take a moment to pause, I am once again experiencing stress

If I go to Hell, then Heaven's to blame
If I end up in Hell, it is because Heaven is at 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
However, you individuals seem to believe I am extremely mentally disturbed

When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
At the age of seven, I suffered a head injury that severely damaged my brain

You think I'm lyin'? Then ask my mama
If you believe I am dishonest, consult my mother

Nigga, she'll go tell you the same
She will confirm my statement

Should I be ashamed? No
Should I feel guilty? Absolutely not

I'm livin' my life so ghetto fabulous
I am embracing a glamorous yet gritty lifestyle

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

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

And rap this verse I'm rappin' to you
While delivering this verse, I am conveying a message to you

Matter fact I'm rapping through you
In fact, I am rapping using you as a conduit

Never say my motherfucking name
Do not mention my name disrespectfully

Unless you absolutely have to, I am not no fucking jacket
Only mention my name if it is absolutely necessary, I am not an insignificant item of clothing

With no matching shoes
Without any accompanying footwear

And you are not no fashion guru
And you are certainly not an expert in fashion

Can't even see you niggas
I don't even consider you individuals worthy of attention

Y'all wish I was rappin' to you
You all hope that I am addressing you in my lyrics

Matter of fact act like I'm rappin' to you
In fact, pretend as if I am directing my words specifically to you

If that gives you passion
If that instills passion within you

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

Then just jump up out of conclusion
Then simply abandon your previous assumption

That I'm attackin' you dudes
That I am targeting you guys aggressively

Is just like old fashion voodoo
It resembles traditional dark magic

Y'all ain't even the shit, no y'all ain't even the doodoo
You all aren't even noteworthy, no, you are not even feces

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my two boots
I possess more style and uniqueness on the tissue paper beneath my boots

So I'm slapping you foolish
Therefore, I am metaphorically striking you with foolishness

With wooden paddles you stupid
Using wooden paddles to administer punishment, you ignorant individuals

Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
I am supervising and dealing with troublesome individuals, similar to babysitting misbehaving children

You can call me psychotic
You may label me as psychotic

But it's more like schizophrenic
However, it is more akin to schizophrenia

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

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

Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students
I swear I am completely detached from reality, similar to graduate students deeply immersed in their studies

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
Apologies, I did not intend to cause you emotional distress

I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
I observe your tears, come closer, allow me to wipe them away and soothe you

But I wonder how it would look if I were to peel it back with a skillet
However, I am curious about the visual appearance if I were to peel your face off using a frying pan

Then I'ma feel it crack when I hit it
Subsequently, I will experience satisfaction when your face fractures upon impact

Then I'ma split it back when you heal it
Then I will separate the skin when it eventually heals

Damn it Bobby boy, what in the hell
Damn it, Bobby boy, what on earth is happening

What in the heaven, what in the earth
What in heaven's name, what on earth is going on

Where is your mom? What are you cursed?
Where is your mother? Have you been cursed?

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

Why weren't you in church? Why is there dirt, all on your shirt?
Why did you not attend church? Why is there dirt covering your shirt?

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

Am I a psycho? (Psycho)
Am I truly a psycho?

Am I a psycho? (Psycho)
Do I exhibit psychotic traits?

Yeah I'm a psycho (psycho)
Yes, I acknowledge that I am a psycho

I guess I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)
I suppose I can be considered a psycho