I'm Not Crazy (feat. SwizZz & Cryptic Wisdom)

Hello, Hopsin. Word on the streets is that
You're crazy, and I honestly believe you are!

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 filmin' molested porn again (Yeah)
I would murder a nigga
Then steal his body from whatever morgue it's in
And take it back to an alley to torture it (Ha!)
Study all of the Freddy Krueger
Michael Myers, and Chucky horror flicks
"Baby, is that a knife you have in your hand?"
Of course it is!
I'd run around crazy like the Afghans do
In some black camp boots, wearin' a fuckin' Batman suit
And screamin', "Bitches," like I'm Fatman Scoop (Come here!)
Then tell 'em to take a deep breath
'Cause this'll be the last chance to
I'd hate on everyone who's sane and gifted (Yup)
Claim that my brain is missin' while sniffin' cocaine
And then cut my dick for the Pain Olympics (Ah!)
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 they fear that I'm not really
Crazy (Ah!), crazy (Ah!), crazy

If I was manic, I probably would've 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 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 probably be back a couple hours later
And fuck 'em with every bottle I cut 'em with in my labor
Take a breather, make a haste of it
And bounce toward the house that's adjacent
And go 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 and still ready me a new blood bath
Run back to the psych 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 they fear that I'm not really
Crazy (Ah!), crazy (Ah!), crazy

Yo, I won't lie, I'm not as crazy as Glue (Nah)
But if I was, let me describe all the bullshit I would do (Okay)
I'd jack off with sandpaper while I'm watchin' The View (Yep)
Picturin' Whoopi bald-headed, strokin' cock with her boobs (Ooh)
I'd throw babies in dryers, strangle tweakers that fidget
Contract HIV willfully just to purposely get it (Take that)
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 (Yeah), pussy pop on a handstand
Lick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam (Ooh, yeah)
Honestly, I'd be itchin' for gunplay (Yep)
I'd cock the.45 and shoot up church on a Sunday
I'll hijack the plane while it's still on the runway
Rope the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change (Bitch!)

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 they fear that I'm not really
Crazy (Ah!), crazy (Ah!), crazy