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Embed: Strange lane hoping, I can maintain coping
But ain't nobody talking when the insane man spoken

I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up in her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffing and puffing, hollering, "I'm a dog"
Afterwards I like really hot scalding water on my balls

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

Mom? Dad?, I'm no longer the boy you've used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing things I don't normally do when illusion seem

To be the only pleasures I can gain, heck, if I was sane
I'd put down the mic and say, "Fuck it, I'll never rise to fame"
But with the Wicked Records I contain
I could probably jump a 'Dashian name
No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame
If we lucky, you'll survive the pain

Sorry that ain't very merry to say
Why is this game so scary to play?
Well, let me think 'cause every day
My balls are getting too hairy to shave

Pause a minute, I'm stressing the game
If I go to hell, heaven is to blame
I don't mean to come off crazy but you motherfuckers
Seem to think that I'm hella deranged

Hey, when I was seven years old
I fell on my head and I severed my brain
Hey, you think I'm lying then ask my mama
Nigga, she gon' tell you the same

Should I be ashamed?
No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you gipping outta a shape
My nigga, let me ask you this

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

I stab you with this mic and rap this verse
I'm rapping to you matter of fact, I'm rapping through you
Never say my motherfucking name
Unless you absolutely have to
I am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoes
And you are not no fashion guru

Can't even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rapping to you
Matter of fact, act like I'm rapping to you
If that gives you passion to use this as an excuse
Then just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attacking you dudes
Is just like old fashion voodoo

Y'all ain't even the shit, no, y'all ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos
So I'm slapping you fools with wooden paddles, you stupid
Babysitting low baskets like little afternoon children

You could call me psychotic but it's more like schizophrenic
And I can speak, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is?
Guess I gotta show these minors just where my avenue is
Man I swear, I'm all about my brain like graduate students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it would look if I would've peel it back with a skillet
Then I'ma fill it crack when I hit it
Then I'ma spill it back when you ill it
Dammit Bobit Moore
What in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth
Where is your mom? Why do you curse?
Where are you from? Where was your birth?
Where was you first? Why weren't you in church?
Why is there dirt all on your shirt?
Man, I think you're going berserk
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
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Am I a Psycho Lyrics

I see you

I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

You're crazy, I like you but you're crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies, to manure bathe me
Never that, my mind's for sure shady, pure Hades
Rev X Stady, couldn't endure to save me

Why do I let this stripper burn me on my arm with a cigarette
In the same spot 10 times in a row
When I feel that burn, I palm the clitoris
I'ma get her wet


Sorry to get carried away
I feel stupid 'cause I ain't get her yet
Maybe she never looked at a fine nigga
Sweat on her breasts and get vexed so 9 bit her neck

Open, I try to contain it but that damn thang's soaking
Alter ego say, "Why you let them gangbang folk in?"
Strange lane hoping, I can maintain coping
But ain't nobody talking when the insane man spoken

I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up in her walls, I'm suffering, I'm stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffing and puffing, hollering, "I'm a dog"
Afterwards I like really hot scalding water on my balls

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

Mom? Dad?, I'm no longer the boy you've used to seeing
I've changed a lot, plus I've grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I'm doing things I don't normally do when illusion seem

To be the only pleasures I can gain, heck, if I was sane
I'd put down the mic and say, "Fuck it, I'll never rise to fame"
But with the Wicked Records I contain
I could probably jump a 'Dashian name
No lovey-dovey, let's ignite the flame
If we lucky, you'll survive the pain

Sorry that ain't very merry to say
Why is this game so scary to play?
Well, let me think 'cause every day
My balls are getting too hairy to shave

Pause a minute, I'm stressing the game
If I go to hell, heaven is to blame
I don't mean to come off crazy but you motherfuckers
Seem to think that I'm hella deranged

Hey, when I was seven years old
I fell on my head and I severed my brain
Hey, you think I'm lying then ask my mama
Nigga, she gon' tell you the same

Should I be ashamed?
No, I'm living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you gipping outta a shape
My nigga, let me ask you this

Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

I stab you with this mic and rap this verse
I'm rapping to you matter of fact, I'm rapping through you
Never say my motherfucking name
Unless you absolutely have to
I am not no fucking jacket with no matching shoes
And you are not no fashion guru

Can't even see you niggas, y'all wish I was rapping to you
Matter of fact, act like I'm rapping to you
If that gives you passion to use this as an excuse
Then just jump up out of conclusion that I'm attacking you dudes
Is just like old fashion voodoo

Y'all ain't even the shit, no, y'all ain't even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my toobos
So I'm slapping you fools with wooden paddles, you stupid
Babysitting low baskets like little afternoon children

You could call me psychotic but it's more like schizophrenic
And I can speak, can anyone tell me just where my medicine is?
Guess I gotta show these minors just where my avenue is
Man I swear, I'm all about my brain like graduate students
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it would look if I would've peel it back with a skillet
Then I'ma fill it crack when I hit it
Then I'ma spill it back when you ill it
Dammit Bobit Moore
What in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth
Where is your mom? Why do you curse?
Where are you from? Where was your birth?
Where was you first? Why weren't you in church?
Why is there dirt all on your shirt?
Man, I think you're going berserk
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah, I'm a psycho, I guess I'm a psycho

Lyrics provided by LyricsEver.com
Aaron Dontez Yates (born November 8, 1971 in Kansas City, Missouri), better known by his stage name Tech N9ne or Tecca Nina is an American rapper, co-owner of Strange Music Records and actor. His career has spanned over 24 years, during which he has released eleven albums. According to the He's a Mental Giant Songfacts, his stage name originated from the TEC-9 semi-automatic handgun, given to him by rapper Black Walt due to his fast rhyming style. (Tech is short for technique and 9 is the number of completion. That's why he says the technique's complete so often.)

His tenth studio album, K.O.D., was released October 27, 2009. He has spent his illustrious career making sure he’s been grinding harder than the average rapper, and is the best selling artist out of his hometown. With nine solo albums and two powerhouse collaboration projects under his belt, the Kansas City MC’s flow is sharper and slicker than it’s ever been.
“This is another roller coaster ride,” explains TECH N9NE about the release. “When it came time for Sickology 101, I knew I wanted to do a collabo album based on the study of being sick. It’s a beginner’s course for people who don’t know how to be sick lyrically or how to choose sick beats. It all starts with beats because they tell me exactly what to do.” Epic beats from YoungFyre, Wyshmaster, Seven and Matic Lee set the stage for TECH N9NE to weave his introspective and sometimes roguish lyrics around.

Sickology 101 brims with stellar appearances from lyrical heavyweights. On the opening title track, TECH N9NE slays alongside Chino XL and Crooked I, pulling listeners into the Hip-Hop classroom for a lesson in murdering a beat. It’s a twisted vision forged on undeniable grooves and quixotic wordplay.

The single, “Nothin,’” is an inspiring, honest anthem that features Messy Marv and Big Scoob. Meanwhile, on “Midwest Choppers 2,” TECH N9NE and Krayzie Bone cruise to the depths of darkness. “Krayzie Bone came through and murdered it,” says TECH N9NE. “I modeled the song after movies. When you do a sequel, there has to be a bigger body count and more people have to die. ‘Midwest Choppers 2’ is Autobahn-style. It makes you want to speed.”

TECH N9NE’s inimitable flow and rhyming take center stage on solo tracks, including the haunting, hypnotic “Red Nose.” He doesn’t pull any punches on the vitriolic, YoungFyre-produced “Blown Away,” either. It’s an open letter to several prominent urban artists who refused to play before him at radio festivals despite his massive concert draw.

With hits like “I’m A Playa,” “Caribou Lou” (which boasts 7.2 million MySpace plays), “Riotmaker,” “Like Yeah” and “Everybody Move,” it’s no wonder TECH N9NE counts a total of over 4.5 million YouTube video plays and an average of 40,000 MySpace visitors each day. His success knows no limits. The July 2008 release, Killer, debuted at Number 1 on the Billboard Top Independent Albums chart and Number 12 on the Billboard Top 200 Albums chart. He did it all on his own. There was no major label — just TECH N9NE’s own record company, Strange Music. TECH N9NE’s tracks have appeared in films like Gang Related and Alpha Dog as well as various TV shows, and he recently made his motion picture debut in The Life of Lucky Cucumber alongside members of MTV’s “Jackass” crew.

It hasn’t been an easy road, but TECH N9NE soldiers on and he’ll never stop. “They call me devil worshipper because I’m different. I give you music for my core. They’re the people that put me over the million mark. I raise my middle finger to everybody who judges me because my core audience is there for me. They will always love me, but I’m trying to reach others, too. It’s not over. My music is supposed to be for everybody, but some people just don’t get it. This album is the result; swallow it. It’s middle finger music, all-day and all-night.”

TECH N9NE never stops bringing that music directly to his fans, constantly reinforcing his status as one of the hardest-touring rap acts in the business. In 2008, TECH N9NE performed over 200 shows and he doesn’t show any signs of slowing down in 2009. In April, TECH will head out in support of Sickology 101 and spend two months on the road, performing live for his rabid fans.

Sickology 101 is prepping the world for TECH N9NE’s next masterpiece, K.O.D. “I want people to know that I’m getting better and better and I’m a machine. I do these collabo albums to give the fans more. This is a bridge record to K.O.D. It’s the farewell to the TECH N9NE you’ve known lately. It’s getting darker. A lot of people might not be able to go to the place I’m going, but this place is my specialty.”

“I don’t need people to kiss my hand,” assures TECH N9NE. “I’m not trippin’ on status, and I’m not a narcissist when it comes to rap. It’s my heart and soul pouring onto the paper. I write my life and I can’t hold back. This is what I know.”

Origin: Kansas City, Missouri
Year Formed: 1991
Official Site: http://www.therealtechn9ne.com/
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