Hello Hopsin... Word on the streets is that you're crazy...And I honestly believe you areListen, if I was really crazy I'd run up inside an orphanageAnd torment kids, and beat babies faces with bags of orangesFake my origin and tell people that I was born to sinI'd go back to feeling molested porn again (Yeahhh)I would murder a nigga then steal his body from whatever morgue it's inAnd take it back to an alley to torture itStudy all of the Freddy Kruegor, 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 suitAnd scream at bitches like I'm Fatman Scoop (C'MERE!)And tell them to take a deep breath cause this will be their last chance toI'd hate on everyone who sane and gifted (Yup)Claim that my brain is missing while sniffing cocaineAnd then cut my dick for the Pain OlympicsIf I was crazy I would go pick up the mic and use itAnd tell Dwayne Carter that I really like his music (Shit)But I'm not crazyI'm just a tad bit strangeI can't control the thoughts that always travel through my brainOh no, not my faultSo don't blame meI swear to you that I'm not really crazy(Ah!) Crazy(Ah!) CrazyIf I was manic I probably woulda neglected my responsibilities and made society respect itI'd walk around in a dress with a can of gasAnd blow up a mothafucka for laughing with half a matchDig up all the baby cadavers and grab a basketAnd shoot them through every window of every crib that I'm passingI'd probably be back a couple hours later to fuck 'em with every bottleI cut up within my laborTake a breather, make a haste of it and bounceTo the house that's adjacent and chase everyone outAnd take em downTell them I'm the devil and I'm claiming everybody for a battle that's crazier than my brain isGrab a chainsaw, blow the fuckin' dust backLeave it all and still ready me a new blood bathRun back to the psyche wardCheck my perimeter and get in before anybody knew that I leftBut I'm not crazyI'm just a tad bit strangeI can't control the thoughts that always travel through my brainOh no, not my faultSo don't blame meI swear to you that I'm not really crazy(Ah!) Crazy(Ah!) CrazyYo, I won't lie, I'm not as crazy as glueBut if I was let me describe all the bullshit I would doI'd jack off with sandpaper while I'm watching the ViewPicturing Whoopi bald headed stroking cock with her boobs!I'll throw babies in dryersStrangle tweakers that fidgitContract HIV willfully, just to purposely give itI'd mug mothers on wellfareSwim in gallons of gasMeander to the batting cage and use my dick for a bat! (SHIT!)If I was derranged, I'd cop me a chainMake it rain like Washington and throw a stripper some changeMake her work it on the floor, pussy pop on a handstandLick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam (Oh yeah!)Honestly I'd be itching for gunplayI'll cock the.45 and shoot up church on a SundayI'll hi-jack a plane while it's still on the runwayGrope the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change!But I'm not crazyI'm just a tad bit strangeI can't control the thoughts that always travel through my brainOh no, not my faultSo don't blame meI swear to you that I'm not really crazy(Ah!) Crazy(Ah!) Crazy