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letra de i'm not crazy - hopsin


“i’m not crazy”
(feat. swizzz & cryptic wisdom)

h-llo 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 filming molested p-rn again (yeahhh)
i would murder a n-gg- then steal his body from whatever morgue it’s in
and take it back to an alley to torture it
study 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 f-ckin’ batman suit
and scream at b-tches like i’m fatman scoop (c’mere!)
and tell them to take a deep breath cause this will be their last chance to
i’d hate on everyone who say they gifted (yup)
then claim that my brain is missing while sniffing cocaine
and then cut my d-ck for the pain olympics
if i was crazy i would go pick up the mic and use it
and tell dwayne carter that i really like his music (sh-t)

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 to you that i’m not really crazy

[cryptic wisdom]
if i was mad i probably woulda neglected my responsibilities and made society respect it
i’d walk around in a dress with a can of gas
and blow up a mothaf-cka for laughing with half a match
dig up all the baby cadavers and grab a basket
and shoot them through every window of every crib that i’m p-ssing
i’d probably be back a couple hours later to f-ck ’em with every bottle
i cut up within my labor
take a breather, make a haste of it and bounce
to the house that’s adjacent and chase everyone out
and take em down
tell them i’m the devil and i’m claiming everybody for a battle that’s crazier than my brain is
grab a chainsaw, blow the f-ckin’ dust back
leave it all and still ready me a new blood bath
run back to the psyche ward
check my perimeter and get in before anybody knew that i left


yo, i won’t lie, i’m not as crazy as glue
but if i was let me describe all the bullsh-t i would do
i’d jack off with sandpaper while i’m watching the view
picturing whoopi bald headed stroking c-ck with her b–bs!
i’ll throw babies in dryers
strangle tweakers that fidgit
contract hiv willfully, just to purposely get it
i’d mug mothers on wellfare
swim in gallons of gas
meander to the batting cage and use my d-ck for a bat! (sh-t!)
if i was derranged, i’d cop me a chain
make it rain like washington and throw a stripper some change
make her work it on the floor, p-ssy pop on a handstand
lick her dirty sn-tch and film it all on my webcam (oh yeah!)
honestly i’d be itching for gunplay
i’ll c-ck the .45 and shoot up church on a sunday
i’ll hi-jack a plane while it’s still on the runway
blow up the stewardess and take the p-ssengers’ chump change!