"Hello Hopsin, word on the streets is that you're crazy, and I honestly believe you are."
Hopsin- 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 go back to feelin' molested porn again. I would murder a nigga, then steal his body from whatever morgue it's in and take it back to a alley to torture it. Study all a the Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, and Chucky horror flicks. (Baby is that a knife you have in your hand?) Of course it is! I run around crazy like the Afghans do it, some black cap foo's wearin' a fuckin' Batman suit and scream at bitches like a fat man scream, then tell 'em to take a deep breath cause this'll be the last chance to. I hate on everyone who's sane and gifted. Claim that my brain is missin' while sniffin 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)
(Chorus) 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 feelin' crazy (AH) crazy (AH) crazy.
Cryptic Wisdom- If I was manic I probably woulda neglected my responsibilities and make society respect it. I'd walk around in a dress wit a can a gas and blow up a motherfucker for laughin' with half a match. Dig up all the baby cadavers and grab a basket and shoot 'em through every window of every crib that I'm passin'. I'd prolly be back a couple hours later and fuck 'em with every bottle I cut 'em within my labour. Take a breather make a haste of it and bounce, hold a house that's adjacent of it, chase everyone out and take 'em down. Tell 'em I'm the Devil and I'm claimin everybody for a battle that's crazier than my brain is. Grab a chainsaw, blow the fuckin dust back, leave it all, still ready me a new bloodbath. Run back to the psyche ward check a perimiter and get in before they knew that I left.
(Chorus) 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 feelin' crazy (AH) crazy (AH) crazy.
SwizZz- 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 jackoff with sandpaper while I'm watchin The View, picturin' Whoopi bald headed strokin cock with her boobs. I'd throw babies in dryers, strangle tweakers that fidget, contract HIV willfully just to purposely get it, I'd mug mothers on welfare, swim in gallons of gas, meander to the batting cage and use my dick for a bat. (Shit!) If I was deranged I caught me a chain, make it rain like Washington and throw a stripper some change, make her work it on the flow, pussy pop on a handstand, lick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam. Honestly I'd be itchin' for gun play, I cock the 45 and shoot up church on a Sunday, I'll highjack a plane while it's still on the runway, grope the stewardess and take the passenger's chump change.
(Chorus) 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 feelin' crazy (AH) crazy (AH) crazy.