[Hook]
Maybe I'm psycho, maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot glass away from insane
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You be a casual till you slip up, we coming like vultures
Click-clack, pop, pop, boom, gun gotcha
When the drama come, I come, I do shit my way
N***a, I spell Dre, NWA
I say spray, get outta the way, flames up outta the K
Predator prey, pray for your body decay
You fuck with Doc, I'm in forces
Spin revolver I off 'em, come through your wake, flip your golf in
Hollow tips I just toss 'em
Good morning, today is a good day for mourning
First n***a get outta line, I'm on 'em
They say I'm violent, my job is pest control
I put that work in, to all the rats back in their holes
I'm screaming fuck Jake, I'm 30 minutes to 8
I mean I'm 7:30, I get my hands dirty
Now who said 50 ain't the sharpest knife in the drawer
Get outta line, and I'll push the sharpest knife in your boy
[Hook]
Maybe I'm psycho, maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot glass away from insane
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I got that jammie on me, that swammy on me, this [?]
I mean that blammer on me, that hammer on me, I'm not playin'
I'm basic, cause when I get at ya, I hit ya so hard
Your clique feel like you been slapped by the hand of God
Next full moon, I do my little body bag ritual
Hop out that hooptie with that beam on to get at you
You n***as so affectionate, tryna show love
I'm angry like a pair of pussy, come give me hope
I've been this way since knee-high, n***a you a CA
Feds in my BA, direct DA
Okay, call me crazy, call me strange, call me insane
Call me convict, demented, call me deranged
Now, call me after I'm finished fucking, I'm busy man
Why would you call me so many times, what is it man?
Now who said I didn't do it like I did it before
I ring your doorbell then let it off at ya door
[Hook]
Maybe I'm psycho, maybe I'm a little out of touch
Maybe I'm delusional or a shot glass away from insane
Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm disconnected from all of reality
But that's fine with me
