Crazy

[Verse 1]
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

[Hook]
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)

[Verse 2]
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!

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
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!

[Hook]