Hopsin, Swizzz, Cryptic Wisdom - I'm Not Crazy lyrics
[Hopsin, Swizzz, Cryptic Wisdom - I'm Not Crazy lyrics]
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 filming 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
Krueger, 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 in 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's sane and gifted
(Yup) then 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
Toward the house it's adjacent of
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
They 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
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 filming 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
Krueger, 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 in 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's sane and gifted
(Yup) then 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
Toward the house it's adjacent of
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
They 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