I'm Not Crazy

Hello Hopsin... Word on the streets is that you're crazy... And I honestly believe you are 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 feeling 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 sane and gifted (Yup) 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) 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 If I was manic 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 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 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 HIV willfully, just to purposely give 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 Grope the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change! 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