Am I a Psycho?
Tech N9ne Lyrics

I see you
I notice you observing me

I see you looking at me, looking at me, so I ask
I acknowledge your gaze towards me, prompting me to question

Am I a psycho?
Do I possess a mental state characterized by abnormal or violent behavior?

Yeah I'm a psycho
Indeed, I exhibit the qualities of a deranged individual

I guess I'm a psycho
It is plausible to conclude that I am mentally unstable

You're crazy, I like you, but you're crazy, my tours paid me
You're mentally unstable, yet I am fond of you, despite your instability. I have amassed wealth from my tours

So I used that dough to allure ladies to whom bathe me
Hence, I utilized that money to attract women who provide me with luxurious bathing experiences

Never know that my minds for sure shady
Unaware that my thoughts certainly possess a dark and suspicious nature

Pure Hades, rev x steady they couldn't endure to save me
Like the underworld in Greek mythology, my subconscious is utterly turbulent, making it impossible for them to rescue me

Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with her cigarette
Why did I allow a stripper to inflict burns on my arm using her lit cigarette?

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

When I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
Referring to a painful sensation around the female genitalia

I'ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away
I intend to sexually arouse her, apologizing for getting overly passionate

I feel stupid 'cause I ain't did her yet
I feel foolish because I haven't engaged in sexual intercourse with her

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

I get vexed but I ain't bit her neck
I become annoyed, yet I haven't bitten her neck

Open, I try to contain it but that damn dame thang's soakin'
Attempting to control my emotions, but the tempting woman is making it challenging

Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
My alter ego questions why I allowed myself to associate with individuals who engage in group sexual activities

Strange lane hopin' I can maintain copin'
Navigating an unfamiliar path, hoping to cope and manage my mental state

But ain't nobody talkin' when the insane mane spoken
When my deranged persona speaks, everyone remains silent

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

From up on her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws
After engaging in sexual activities, I find myself in a state of distress, feeling trapped by her metaphorical claws

Stuffed in her jaws, huffin' and puffin' hollerin' my god
Being forcibly silenced while gasping for air and exclaiming in astonishment

Afterwards I like really hots scolding water on my balls
Following the encounter, I derive pleasure from exposing my testicles to extremely hot scalding water

Mom? Dad? I'm no longer the boy you're used to seeing
Mother? Father? I have transformed into someone unfamiliar to you

I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being
Undergoing significant changes, and nurturing feelings of animosity towards humanity

My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
My unpredictable emotional shifts have transformed my dreams into horrifying and disturbing scenarios

Now I'm doing things I don't normally do
Engaging in actions that deviate from my usual behavior

When illusions seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
When fantasies become the sole source of gratification available to me

Heck, if I was sane I would of put down the mic and say
In fact, if I were mentally sound, I would have relinquished my career as a musician and proclaimed

Fuck it I'll never rise to fame
Forget it, I will never achieve success and fame

But with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jump without your name
However, with the controversial and explicit content in my music, I could likely excel independently, without relying on your support

No lovey-dovey let's ignite the flame
No affectionate and romantic encounters, let's instead fuel aggression and hostility

If you're lucky you survive the pain
If you're fortunate, you may survive the torment

Sorry that ain't very marry to say
Apologies, but that statement isn't joyful or festive

Why is this game so scary to play?
Why does this industry feel so frightening and intimidating?

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

My balls are getting too hairy to shave
My testicles are becoming excessively hairy to the point where shaving them is challenging

Pause a minute, I'm stressin' the game
Taking a momentary break as I express the anxiety caused by the music industry

If I go to hell, then heavens to blame
Should I find myself in damnation, it would be the fault of the heavens

I don't mean to come off crazy
I don't intend to appear mentally unstable

But you mothafuckas seem to think that I'm hella deranged
However, you individuals seem to perceive me as extremely disturbed

When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
At the age of seven, I experienced a severe head injury that caused my brain to disconnect

If you think I'm lying then, ask my mama nigga she'll can tell you the same
If you doubt my words, feel free to inquire with my mother; she can confirm the truth

Should I be ashamed?
Should I feel guilty or remorseful?

No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous
No, I am living my life with a combination of ghetto culture and extravagance

Before you get bent outta shape my nigga let me ask you this
Before you become angered, my friend, allow me to pose a question

Am I a psycho?
Do I possess a mental state characterized by abnormal or violent behavior?

I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I'm rappin' to you
I metaphorically attack you with my microphone and deliver this verse

Matter fact I'm rapping through you, never say my motherfucking name
In fact, I am speaking directly into your being, never utter my name

Unless you absolutely have to I am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoes
Only mention me if it is absolutely necessary; I am not a mere article of clothing lacking coordination

And you are not no fashion guru
Furthermore, you are not an expert in the realm of fashion

Can't even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rappin' to you
I cannot even perceive you individuals, you yearn for my attention

Matter of fact act like I'm rappin' to you
In fact, imagine that I am addressing you directly in my performance

If that gives you passion to use this as an excuse
If that inspires you to employ this as a justification

Then just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attackin' you dudes
Therefore, hastily abandon the notion that I am targeting you individuals aggressively

Is just like old fashion voodoo
Similar to traditional and mystical voodoo practices

Y'all ain't even the shit, no y'all ain't even the doodoo
You individuals aren't even important, in fact, you aren't even relevant

I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos
I possess superior style and substance in the toilet paper beneath my footwear

So I'm slapping you foolish with wooden paddles you stupid
Therefore, I am metaphorically attacking you foolish individuals with wooden paddles, highlighting your foolishness

Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
Assuming responsibility for immature individuals, akin to caring for children during the afternoon

You can call me psychotic, but it's more like schizophrenic
You may label me as psychotic, though it is closer to referring to someone with schizophrenia

And I can speak, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is
However, I possess the ability to speak, yet can someone inform me of the location of my prescribed medication?

Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
I suppose I need to demonstrate to these individuals of minor status the nature of my path and existence

Man I swear I'm all up out of my brain like graduate students
I genuinely assert that I am completely detached from reality, akin to graduate students involved in academic studies

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

I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
I notice your tears, approach me, present your face, allow me to remove them

But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skillet
However, I contemplate the appearance if I were able to peel your face using a frying pan

Then I'ma fill it crack when I hit it, then I'ma spill it back when you heal it
Subsequently, I would insert substances into the wound and subsequently remove them once it has healed

Damn it Bobby boy, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the earth
Indeed, Bobby boy, what on earth is occurring? What in the heavens and what in hell is transpiring?

Where is your mom? What are you cursed? Where are you from?
Where is your mother? What kind of curse afflicts you? Where do you originate?

Where was your birth? Where were you first? Why weren't you in church?
Where were you born? Where did you experience your initial introduction to the world? Why were you not present in a place of worship?

Why is there dirt all on your shirt?
What is the reason for the dirt present on your clothing?

Man I think that you're going berserk
My perception is that you are becoming unhinged and irrational

Am I a psycho? (psycho)
Do I possess a mental state characterized by abnormal or violent behavior?

Am I a psycho? (psycho)
Do I possess a mental state characterized by abnormal or violent behavior?

Yeah I'm a psycho (psycho)
Indeed, I exhibit the qualities of a deranged individual

I guess I'm a psycho (psycho, psycho, psycho)
It is plausible to conclude that I am mentally unstable