I'm Not Crazy
Hopsin Song Lyrics

[Intro krusher]

Hello hopsin... word on the streets is that you're crazy... and I honestly believe you are.

[Hopsin]

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 (yeahhh)

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)

[Chorus]

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.

[Cryptic wisdom]

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.

[Chorus]

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.

[Swizzz]

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 wellfare

Swim in gallons of gas

Meander to the batting cage and use my dick for a bat! (shit!)

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, 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!

[Chorus]

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.