Joell Ortiz, Pharoahe Monch, B.o.B - Psycho lyrics

I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

There's a cricket making noise
Outside of my windowsill
I can't concentrate on my Contra
Yes I play Nintendo still
While reading a book and cooking
Some say this is ADD
I count every single step I take
I like to a-d-d (add)
I just removed the brakes off
Of my brand new ATV
And switched the wheels with the BMX
That I received in '83
I'mma ride past the precinct completely
Naked and say "Hey!"
I just totally forgot what I would say
But it would be mean
And they would just scream
And throw on they beams and try just chase me
Oh, what a scene, it feels like a dream
A scene from Cagney and Lacey i used to love
It was actually a tragedy, man I'm
When everybody's happy
That makes me mad and I get angry and
Make everybody sad and then I'm glad
I'm not a baby
I just like to have my way and
Play and say these really good rhymes
And make you crumble up your
Paper a million times

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

Hey, why you lookin' at me? Hm?
I ain't lookin' at you
But, I gotta be lookin' at you
To see you lookin' at me, that's true
Forget what I just said, my name is Ted
You wanna be cool? Maybe go shoot some pool
Maybe go swim in a pool
Maybe we'll hit the gym
You can see how much wait I can pull
I'll make us protein shakes with
Isopure and Cujo drool
Or maybe we won't be friends
I'll make your eyeball look azul
With a left, a right, a kick, and a bite
Let's fight
Last night I watched a bootleg movie
It was clear
No one walked across the screen and I
Was the only one that cheered
Scratching my nut hair, guzzling beer
Hugging my bear
A doe, a deer, a female deer?
Ray? A blind man having fun, run, Son
Protecet your mom and sister, here they come
Bring it on you Klingons
How dare you test the fleet
I'll drag your furry ass
Across the Chesapeake

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

Here's a line why I haven't reached
My prime when I rhyme
In my mind I'm three and a half
My alter ego is nine
I'm a fucking American psycho
Lucky number slevin
Six million ways to die, saw seven
Leaving skeletons charred with
The dental records
Kelloggs, drinking General Mills, I'm ill
I popped Bill, I killed him
Propped him behind the wheel
When I ditched his last words "You
Need to see Doctor Phil"
Cannibal, tragic, more dramatic than Attica
Defrost ya head
And then smack the shit outta ya
Then refreeze it
Call it the first murder remix
Kill 'em, revive 'em, I'll leave 'em alive
Paraplegic
"You should totally sting that police
Officer with a slingshot"
The voices inside my head are not the police
It's sting
You'll be wrapped around my finger when
I'm walking on the moon
It's murdered by numbers
And killing season is soon

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

One Mississippi two Mississippi
Threeebitches on my dickie four Mississippi
Five Mississippi
Siiiix, six was a good movie hehehe