Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Not Crazy, artist - Hopsin. Album song Raw, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Undercover Prodigy
Song language: English
I'm Not 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 |