Crazy - Swifty McVay, Sean Strange, Jay Gill

I be rule things, cuz my moves swing on paperbel

I’m Dr. Jeckyl and Dr. Jeckyl

And I don’t hide from the popo

They tried to spot a nigga like freckles

Psychiatrists be sneaking phone calls for them to catch us

I used to walk the streets like a zombie

With a live and vibrant, hungry called me ganja

Couldn’t calm me

I’m known for taking vodka to AA meetings

Then I dipped to give a nigga a sip while we was peeing

And Swift ain’t listening to you speak

Till your people at meetings, giving em speeches

On how they used to drink

I been at the brink of insanity

I’m still living at 357 Amityville

Come and visit me

My father handed me gats, we chilling in the backyard

Having target practice and we aiming at the bats

Living a Gothic childhood, my entire were gray and black

I left at 17 and never come back

I stay grouted in the motherfucker

(I'm so crazy)

The streets turned me into a monster

(I'm so crazy)

And when you see my gat, you’re cardiac

(I'm just crazy)

You niggas never make your money back

(I'm so crazy)

And if you selling sex you running at

(I'm so crazy)

I considered the murder Armagnac

(I'm just crazy)

Your life is fiction and this is fact

(I'm so crazy)

And I ain’t caring if the prison’s packed

(I'm so crazy)

A lot of niggas hate me

And daily I’m awakening to the smell of narcotics

While niggas is shaking

And they waiting for they fixes

I’m cleaning my biscuits

I done caught a contact in crack

But still resisted it

It really was funny how niggas thought I was a dummy

And I couldn’t handle it, taking advantage of my money

Was hating, conformation, I’m taking medication

And they thought I wasn’t paying attention

To conversation

And yeah I heard them saying I was crazy

Outta my mind, shady, and my gauge ain’t never away from me

They see that the demons come out in the day as well as night

It’s nothing stand in the way of the psychopathic juggernaut

Whether the streets or in the house

You can get shot faster than syringes

I’m not giving prescriptions

Stop calling me father, I’m psycho ward’s finest

You ain’t a threat, I’ma promise I’m out my mind!

It’s the indoctring of a madman

Son of Sam, put his hands

On any pedestrian

Touched again, I’ll be damned

Piling your dead body up in your garbage can

And if it is, then never doubt that I dropped it there

You can smell it in the atmosphere when death is near

Medicin cabinets feel with shit that doctors fear

They say I’m talented man, but felon immigrants

In my hand they found a screw big as a can and I am touched

It’s like being in Pakistan with laced blunts

A deranged fuck, living life like a great nut

As far as my slut, every day she’s covered with duct tape

I lay her in my basement and I bust up

And guess what?

They scared of my DNA

They locked me for reproduction, but I freeze my cum anyway

All I need is some bottles of Bombay

Some rags and some matches

Just to slam you wherever you stay!