I'm Not Crazy (feat. Cryptic Wisdom & Swizzz)

Hello 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 feeling molested porn again (yeah)
 I would murder a nigga 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 fuckin' Batman suit
 And 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 to
 I'd hate on everyone who sane and gifted (yup)
 Claim that my brain is missing while sniffing cocaine
 And then cut my dick 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 (shit)
 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
 (Ah!)
 Crazy
 (Ah!)
 Crazy
 If I was manic 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 mothafucka 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 passing
 I'd probably be back a couple hours later to fuck '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 fuckin' 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
 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
 (Ah!)
 Crazy
 (Ah!)
 Crazy
 Yo, I won't lie, I'm not as crazy as glue
 But if I was let me describe all the bullshit I would do
 I'd jack off with sandpaper while I'm watching The View
 Picturing Whoopi bald headed stroking cock with her boobs!
 I'll throw babies in dryers
 Strangle tweakers that fidgit
 Contract HIV willfully, just to purposely give it
 I'd mug mothers on welfare
 Swim in gallons of gas
 Meander to the batting cage and use my dick for a bat! (SHIT!)
 If I was deranged, I'd cop me a chain
 Make it rain like Washington and throw a stripper some change
 Make her work it on the floor, pussy pop on a handstand
 Lick her dirty snatch and film it all on my webcam (oh yeah!)
 Honestly I'd be itching for gunplay
 I'll cock the .45 and shoot up church on a Sunday
 I'll hi-jack a plane while it's still on the runway
 Grope the stewardess and take the passengers' chump change!
 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
 (Ah!)
 Crazy
 (Ah!)
 Crazy