Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crazy, artist - Swifty McVay. Date of issue: 17.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Crazy |
| I be rule things, cuz my moves swing on paperbel |
| I’m Dr. Jeckyl and Dr. Jeckyl |
| And I don’t hide from the popo |
| They tried to spot a nigga like freckles |
| Psychiatrists be sneaking phone calls for them to catch us |
| I used to walk the streets like a zombie |
| With a live and vibrant, hungry called me ganja |
| Couldn’t calm me |
| I’m known for taking vodka to AA meetings |
| Then I dipped to give a nigga a sip while we was peeing |
| And Swift ain’t listening to you speak |
| Till your people at meetings, giving em speeches |
| On how they used to drink |
| I been at the brink of insanity |
| I’m still living at 357 Amityville |
| Come and visit me |
| My father handed me gats, we chilling in the backyard |
| Having target practice and we aiming at the bats |
| Living a Gothic childhood, my entire were gray and black |
| I left at 17 and never come back |
| I stay grouted in the motherfucker |
| (I'm so crazy) |
| The streets turned me into a monster |
| (I'm so crazy) |
| And when you see my gat, you’re cardiac |
| (I'm just crazy) |
| You niggas never make your money back |
| (I'm so crazy) |
| And if you selling sex you running at |
| (I'm so crazy) |
| I considered the murder Armagnac |
| (I'm just crazy) |
| Your life is fiction and this is fact |
| (I'm so crazy) |
| And I ain’t caring if the prison’s packed |
| (I'm so crazy) |
| A lot of niggas hate me |
| And daily I’m awakening to the smell of narcotics |
| While niggas is shaking |
| And they waiting for they fixes |
| I’m cleaning my biscuits |
| I done caught a contact in crack |
| But still resisted it |
| It really was funny how niggas thought I was a dummy |
| And I couldn’t handle it, taking advantage of my money |
| Was hating, conformation, I’m taking medication |
| And they thought I wasn’t paying attention |
| To conversation |
| And yeah I heard them saying I was crazy |
| Outta my mind, shady, and my gauge ain’t never away from me |
| They see that the demons come out in the day as well as night |
| It’s nothing stand in the way of the psychopathic juggernaut |
| Whether the streets or in the house |
| You can get shot faster than syringes |
| I’m not giving prescriptions |
| Stop calling me father, I’m psycho ward’s finest |
| You ain’t a threat, I’ma promise I’m out my mind! |
| It’s the indoctring of a madman |
| Son of Sam, put his hands |
| On any pedestrian |
| Touched again, I’ll be damned |
| Piling your dead body up in your garbage can |
| And if it is, then never doubt that I dropped it there |
| You can smell it in the atmosphere when death is near |
| Medicin cabinets feel with shit that doctors fear |
| They say I’m talented man, but felon immigrants |
| In my hand they found a screw big as a can and I am touched |
| It’s like being in Pakistan with laced blunts |
| A deranged fuck, living life like a great nut |
| As far as my slut, every day she’s covered with duct tape |
| I lay her in my basement and I bust up |
| And guess what? |
| They scared of my DNA |
| They locked me for reproduction, but I freeze my cum anyway |
| All I need is some bottles of Bombay |
| Some rags and some matches |
| Just to slam you wherever you stay! |