Hopsin - I'm Not Crazy Lyrics

[Krusher]
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'd go back to filming 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 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
With some black camp boots wearin' a fuckin' Batman suit
And scream at bitches like I'm Fatman Scoop
Come here!
And tell them to take a deep breath cause this will be their last chance to

I'd hate on everyone who sane and gifted (Yup)
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 it, yell it, I'm not really crazy. Ah!
Crazy. Ah!
Crazy

[Cryptic Wisdom:]
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 motherfucker 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 and fuck 'em with every bottle
I cut 'em within my labor

Take a breather, make a haste of it and bounce
To the house that's adjacent 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 it, yell it, I'm not really 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 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 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'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!
Come here

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 it, yell it, I'm not really crazy. Ah!
Crazy. Ah!
Crazy