| Word on the streets is that you’re crazy
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| And I honestly believe you are
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| Listen, if I was really crazy I’d run up inside an orphanage
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| And torment kids, and beat babies faces with bags of oranges
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| Fake my origin and tell people that I was born to sin
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| I’d go back to filming molested porn again (Yeahhh)
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| I would murder a nigga then steal his body from whatever morgue it’s in
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| And take it back to an alley to torture it
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| Study all of the Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, and Chuckie horror flicks
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| (Baby is that a knife that you have in your hand?) Of course it is!
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| I’d run around crazy like the Afghans do in some black camp boots wearin' a
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| fuckin' Batman suit
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| And scream at bitches like I’m Fatman Scoop (C'MERE!)
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| And tell them to take a deep breath cause this will be their last chance to
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| I’d hate on everyone who’s sane and gifted (Yup)
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| Then claim that my brain is missing while sniffing cocaine
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| And then cut my dick for the Pain Olympics
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| If I was crazy I would go pick up the mic and use it
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| And tell Dwayne Carter that I really like his music (Shit)
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| But I’m not crazy
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| I’m just a tad bit strange
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| I can’t control the thoughts that always travel through my brain
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| Oh no, not my fault
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| So don’t blame me
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| I swear to you that I’m not really crazy
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| (Ah!) Crazy (Ah!) Crazy
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| If I was manic I probably woulda neglected my responsibilities and made society
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| respect it
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| I’d walk around in a dress with a can of gas
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| And blow up a mothafucka for laughing with half a match
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| Dig up all the baby cadavers and grab a basket
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| And shoot them through every window of every crib that I’m passing
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| I’d probably be back a couple hours later to fuck 'em with every bottle
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| I cut up within my labor
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| Take a breather, make a haste of it and bounce
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| Toward the house it’s adjacent of and chase everyone out
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| And take em down
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| Tell them I’m the devil and I’m claiming everybody for a battle that’s crazier
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| than my brain is
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| Grab a chainsaw, blow the fuckin' dust back
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| Leave it all and still ready me a new blood bath
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| Run back to the psyche ward
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| Check my perimeter and get in before they knew that I left
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| But I’m not crazy
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| I’m just a tad bit strange
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| I can’t control the thoughts that always travel through my brain
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| Oh no, not my fault
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| So don’t blame me
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| I swear to you that I’m not really crazy
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| (Ah!) Crazy (Ah!) Crazy
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| Yo, I won’t lie, I’m not as crazy as glue
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| But if I was let me describe all the bullshit I would do
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| I’d jack off with sandpaper while I’m watching the View
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| Picturing Whoopi bald headed stroking cock with her boobs!
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| I’ll throw babies in dryers
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| Strangle tweakers that fidgit
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| Contract HIV willfully, just to purposely give it
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| I’d mug mothers on wellfare
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| Swim in gallons of gas
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| Meander to the batting cage and use my dick for a bat! |
| (SHIT!)
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| If I was derranged, I’d cop me a chain
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| Make it rain like Washington and throw a stripper some change
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| Make her work it on the floor, pussy pop on a handstand
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| Lick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam (Oh yeah!)
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| Honestly I’d be itching for gunplay
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| I’ll cock the .45 and shoot up church on a Sunday
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| I’ll hi-jack a plane while it’s still on the runway
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| Grope the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change!
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| But I’m not crazy
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| I’m just a tad bit strange
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| I can’t control the thoughts that always travel through my brain
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| Oh no, not my fault
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| So don’t blame me
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| I swear to you that I’m not really crazy
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| (Ah!) Crazy (Ah!) Crazy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I'm Not Crazy , by - Hopsin. Song from the album Raw, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп