I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain when you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho

I'm a motherfuckin' omen I bow down to no man
I'll split a nigga open killing folks compulsive
A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders
I'll hold it then unload on you, put on a poster

So everyone can notice who was focused on his pokin'
They nose in our business hopin that I don't come smoke 'em
No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture
You niggas are close to croakin' any moment and I know when

I could fuck the culture up, probably rap a maniac
With anxiety attacks I don't wanna chat, speak when you spoken to
And I don't have to read a fuckin' magazine or quoteable
To notice what you hoes will do

We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up
Show up at your residence and light your front door up
Get scared, life ain't fair and I'm prepared to blast you
Just as fast as Dre can say, "Hell yeah"

So watch what you say
'Cause it can happen either today or the next minute
I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious
You could be dead period, end of story
I'm on your porch with a gun and your son sippin' a forty

Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely
I stomp your head when you awake, you'll be looking like gumby
Aftermath and Shady bitch, you can read it and weep
You see my poster in the hood for the G of the week

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain when you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho

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I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck Tennessee
And I don't know too much about my daddy
Except he spit in my face and fucked me in my fanny

I ain't a racist, I just hate whites
Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites
13 years old and joined a fucking gang
Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain

Am I insane, who really knows?
'Cause any second my temper can fucking blow
I get colder than December
Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember

See Bizzare can show what violence is all about
And this Dr. Dre beat brought it the fuck out
Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth
And blow your brains the fuck out

I probably got a screw loose or two
Or maybe three or four of 'em, some fell out and hit the floor
All I know is ever since my fuckin' head hit the snowbank
Been a little niandrotholic, no thanks to my man D' Angelo Baily

But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma is
Tryin' to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips
Or just go to the Home Depot, and pick the new power drill up
It's been two hours and 6 days and I'm still up

I feel like I'm about to snap any minute, there's a new Tower Records
I'm about to stop and get a fill-up, pick the new Cypress Hill up
And go find who did that shit to Xzibit
And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss
And shatter his fuckin' lips wit it

I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane
But the fact remains that I'm a psycho
Better get it through your brain when you say my name
Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho