Chords for Tech N9ne - Am I A Psycho? (Feat. B.o.B and Hopsin) - Official Music Video

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[Abm] I [Dbm] see [Abm] you looking [Dbm] at me, [Abm] looking [Dbm] at [B] me, so [Abm] I am a psycho.
_ [Dbm] Am [Abm] I a psycho?
[Dbm] [E] Yeah, [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] I guess [Abm] I'm a psycho.
You're [E] crazy.
[Abm] I like you, but [Dbm] you're crazy.
My [Abm] pores pave me, so I use that oil [Dbm] to allure ladies, to maneuver [Abm] bathing.
Never that, my mind's [Dbm] for sure shady.
Pure [Abm] Hades, Rev X shady, [Dbm] couldn't endure to [Abm] save me.
Why do I let the stripper burn [Dbm] me on my arm [Abm] with a cigarette in the same spot ten times
on a roll when [Dbm] I feel it burn upon the critter?
I'm a getaway.
[Abm] Sorry to get carried [Dbm] away, I'm a getaway.
[Abm] Maybe she never look at a fine nigga, sweat on [Dbm] her breasts, I'd get mixed on, [Abm] I ain't bitter, no.
Open, I try to contain [Dbm] it but that pain [Abm] thing's smoking.
Alter ego say, why [Dbm] you let them gang bang poking?
[Abm] Strange lane hoping [Dbm] I can maintain, popin, [Abm] but ain't nobody talkin when that insane mane's spoken.
I like fire on [Dbm] my skin, blood on my jaw [Abm] from upbringing walls.
I'm [Dbm] suffering, I'm stuck [Abm] in the closet, stuffed in their jaws, huffing and [Dbm] puffing, hollering
on [Abm] my cog, all the words I like really hot, scalding water on my balls.
Am I a psycho?
_ [Dbm] Am [Abm] I a psycho?
[Dbm] Yeah, [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] I guess [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] _ [E] _
[Abm] Mom, Dad, [Dbm] I'm no longer the boy you used [Abm] to see.
I've changed a lot, [Dbm] plus I've grown to hate every human [Abm] being.
My mood swings [Dbm] have now turned my dreams into gruesome [Abm] scenes.
Now I'm doing things [Dbm] I don't normally do, and illusions [Abm] seem to be the only pleasures [Dbm] I can gain.
[Abm] Heck, if I was sane, I would've put down the mic [Dbm] and said,
Fuck it, I'll never rise [Abm] to fame, but with the wicked records I [Dbm] contain,
I could [Abm] probably jeopardize your name.
No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the [Dbm] flame.
If you're [Abm] lucky, you'll survive the pain.
Sorry, that ain't very merry [Dbm] to say.
Why is this game so scary [Abm] to play?
Well, let me think, cause every [Dbm] day, my balls are getting too hairy to shave.
Pause the minute I'm stressing the game.
If I go to hell, then heaven's to blame.
I don't mean to come off crazy, but you motherfuckers seem to think I'm hella [Abm] deranged.
When I was seven [Dbm] years old, I fell on my head and I severed my [Abm] brain.
You think I'm lying?
[Dbm] Then ask my mama, nigga, she gon' tell you [Abm] the same.
Should I be ashamed?
[Dbm] I'm living my life so ghetto [Abm] fabulous.
Before you get been out of shit, my nigga, let me ask you this.
Am I a psycho?
_ [Dbm] Am [Abm] I a psycho?
[Dbm] Yeah, [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] I guess [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] [E] I'll [Abm] stab you with [Dbm] this mic and rap this verse I'm rapping [Abm] to you.
Matter of fact, I'm rapping [Dbm] through you.
Never say my [Abm] motherfucking name unless you [Dbm] absolutely have to.
I am not no [Abm] fucking jacket with no matching [Dbm] shoes, and you are not no fashion [Abm] guru.
Can't even see [Dbm] you, nigga, so I [Abm] wish I was rapping to you.
Matter of fact, act [Dbm] like I'm rapping to you if that [Abm] gives you passion to use.
It's as [Dbm] an excuse to jump up at a [Abm] conclusion that I'm attacking [Dbm] you dudes.
It's just like no fashion voodoo.
[Abm] Y'all ain't even [Dbm] the shit.
No, y'all ain't even [Abm] the doodoo.
I got more flavor [Dbm] on the tissue paper under [Abm] my two boots.
So I'm slapping [Dbm] you foolish with wooden paddles, [Abm] you stupid babies.
And [Dbm] little bastards like little [Abm] afternoon children.
You could call me [Dbm] psychotic, but it's more like [Abm] schizophrenic and I can see.
Can [Dbm] anyone tell me just where my [Abm] medicine is?
Guess I gotta [Dbm] show this minus just where my [Abm] avenue is.
Man, I swear I'm [Dbm] on about my [Abm] brain like graduate students.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I see your tears from here.
[Dbm] Give me your face.
Let me hear [Abm] it.
But I wonder how it would look [Dbm] if I were to fill it [Abm] back with a skin.
Then I would feel it crack when I eat it, and [Dbm] then I would split it [Abm] back when you heal it.
Damn it, Bobbit, or [Dbm] what in the hell, what in the heaven, [Abm] what in the earth?
Where is your mom?
[Dbm] What are your curse?
Where were you from?
[Abm] Where was your birth?
Where were you first?
Why [Dbm] weren't you in church?
Why is there dirt all over your shirt?
[Abm] Man, I think that you're going berserk.
Am I a psycho?
_ [Dbm] Am [Abm] I a psycho?
[Dbm] [Abm] Yeah, I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] I guess [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[E] Am I [Abm] a psycho?
_ [Dbm] Am [Abm] I a psycho?
_ [Dbm] Yeah, [Abm] I'm a psycho.
[Dbm] I guess I'm a psycho. _ _ _