Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trapped in a Psycho's Body, artist - Tech N9ne. Date of issue: 23.09.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Trapped in a Psycho's Body |
| Yo. |
| what’s up. |
| For those who don’t know. |
| I go by the name of Tech N9ne. |
| I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. |
| Some of the things already known, that are familiar with me. |
| and my thoughts. |
| so these are the real thoughts. |
| I’ma share with you. |
| like this. |
| Don’t you come near me cuz the Devil’s sittin next to me |
| I drink my drink, and smoke my weed and pop my ecstasy |
| Then add some GHB and mushrooms to the recipe |
| This means I’m really lettin the beast within get the best of me If you can hear me, I need help |
| I’m caught and I’m stuck and I’m trapped in this self |
| Don’t understand this fucked up hand that G dealt |
| Lazarus help me cuz it’s hazardous to T’s health |
| He’s set trippin — he’s tryna get a nigga killed |
| and get a nigga peeled, the otherside is gonna rid 'em in the field |
| No sentimental feelings, send 'em in the cold buildings |
| I tried to tell him where you go you will not see your women and your children |
| He popped, fifteen hits of ex in one night |
| Lick dick tips have sex with some dykes |
| And he won’t use protection for my erection |
| Constantly makin me get that pencillin injection |
| Wait, I hear voices, speakin from inside |
| I’m out front waitin, he creepin and he hides |
| I can’t help but notice he’s kinda stuck up, I’ma let it slide |
| But in the meantime shut the fuck up, and just ride |
| Oooooh… I’m a psycho baby. |
| Oooooh… it’s about to drive me crazy. |
| Oooooh… I’m a psycho baby. |
| Oooooh… it’s about to drive me crazy. |
| When I was younger I used to faint at the sight of blood |
| Now that I’m older I notice that it ain’t at the sight of blood |
| Now the sight of blood equals the very first sign of love |
| Menstrual cycles, feeling like you right at your height of drugs |
| Bleed for me baby, made your heart rage |
| Fuckin you makes me feel a murderous sensation, blood mixed with ejaculation |
| Cum bustin, bump heads 'til concussions |
| After we done fuckin, if I can’t get the spirit I’ve won nothin |
| I got children, and a wife |
| He’s thinkin of leapin off a buildin, takin flight |
| By now somebody shoulda killed him, end his life |
| Too many motherfuckers feel him, and his mic |
| Somebody stop him cuz he’s fuckin up my livelihood |
| With me trapped inside this psycho how can I be good |
| To my wife the (?) only close to it for money, he’s in it |
| A monster running back and forth from the free clinic |
| If you a friend, time to say toodaloo |
| Cuz ain’t no possible way he can ever be true to you |
| Careful your appointment could do the due |
| If he wants to kill hisself, what the fuck you think he wanna do to you? |
| I am a nightmare walkin, psychopath talkin |
| Brain deteriorating cuz I’m ex pill poppin |
| I got more troubles, whatever you got it doubles and triples |
| and quadruples, havin fantasies of eatin nipples and noodles |
| Drugs — take the pain away |
| Used to have a lotta love — but now I fade away |
| The fact, that women love the music and they open they legs |
| for a psychopathic nigga that’s so fucked up in the head, it’s beautiful |
| (Told my parents this isn’t suitable) |
| Devil bitches’ll learn (No!) Gotta recruit a few |
| (This nigga’s gonna do me harm! I’m drugged up and I’m torn!) |
| (Look at this motherfucker he colored my hair orange!) |
| You can’t touch me, everybody loves me Listening to my music, children are gettin ugly |
| If I told you everything I was thinkin it wouldn’t be G Tellin you how many crossed my path just wouldn’t be me But they know, cuz they way low |
| About some ex and fry and jayo — and fuck a halo |
| Alotta Jim Beam to have grim dreams would be healthy |
| (Aiyyo I’m trapped in psycho’s body, can ya help me?) |