Tell Me If I'm Trippin'

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I wanted to find my gun, my lady runs to the bathroom Yelling "someone", and when it's done I'ma treat it like my daughters and son, we having fun 'Till intruders came knocking to come kill everyone The beat and the kick ringing my bell uncontrollably Four in the morning yelling my name so they know it's me Scramble and try to find my nigga's gun, I'm supposed to be Prepared for the crazy, my lady screaming don't go to see Fuck it, I'm going down to the kitchen to get the knife Invite 'em all in my crib and then take everybody's life Chop 'em all into pieces, pray to God they heat-less He in D shit, play with their bodies in the name of Jesus One, two, three, god damn it's just the cops All the motherfuckers must've scramm' when we hit the block I was gonna kill am I wrong to feel For my loved safety I'll leave you permanently still Trav said he caught them on camera they came to his place Two teen girls and the guy yelling "where is Yates" Damn some fans would've lost some lives on this day Mistaken, I would've been erasing all of the kid's face [Hook: Tyler Lyon] Am I my paranoid or scared Or is this my nightmare Were they ever really there? Tell me if I'm tripping Am I supposed to sit and wait While they storm through the gate Psycho just like Norman Bates Tell me if I'm tripping [Interlude 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] Yeah, it's gonna be the shit, wait 'till you hear this, man. You on keyboard, I gotta get this fixed, man, damn... Alright, there we go. Alright man, sit over there though [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Seven o'clock, I was upstairs I was on the keyboard making that tear Knock on the front door, C.O. got it Niggas came in, I said "Yo, get in the closet" Hit 'em with venom and run up in 'em while they rummagin' Too many niggas was coming in, I wanna get me one Hopin' niggas try me cause I'm finna feel like "fry me" Eyes all Chinese, high off reefer I'ma get deeper, turn to the Grim Reaper Use a heat seeker when I creep with the heater Leave a deep gash, bring the heat fast Hit 'em with the venom, when I get 'em I'ma keep 'em Giving them an enema, even if it's ten of 'em Then I'ma, eat 'em like dinner in the cinema Then I'ma, shit 'em out, get 'em out In about twenty-four seconds I'ma fuck 'em in the ass Tuck 'em in the grass, cut 'em up fast Buttercup, shut 'em up, I'ma cut mass I'ma cut lass, nigga he got it, he gotta fuck 'em up, yeah Tell me if I'm tripping [Hook: Tyler Lyon] Am I my paranoid or scared Or is this my nightmare Were they ever really there? Tell me if I'm tripping Am I supposed to sit and wait While they storm through the gate Psycho just like Norman Bates Tell me if I'm tripping [Interlude 2: Prozak, Woman] I don't really wanna play this, guys... This isn't something to mess around with Come on, it's just a game, nothing to worry about, sit down (Hey, man, hand me one of those beers) But it's not just a game... It is, everything is gonna be fine, hand me a beer too. Come on, let's do it [Verse 3: Prozak] I can still remember, it was January twenty-third, 1994 And a group of us was chilling at the table, we was drinking with our fingers on the Ouija board Tryna summon spirits asking "Ouija, can you hear us?" never thinking what was in store Then the dogs started barking, in the darkness, all of a sudden it was knocking at the front door Then we started approaching, cautious as hell as we pulled the door open Nervous adrenaline, seeming slow motion, no one was there, we went back to the board hoping That we finally made contact, with the deity, apparition on the other side Then it started moving out and soon it was spelling out the warning in the morning one of us would die We decided to stop it, said our goodbyes, and left the apartment On the way home Sarah hit a patch of ice, lost control of her car, hit the ditch and lost her life [Bridge: Tyler Lyon] Am I my paranoid or scared Were they ever really there? Tell me if I'm tripping Am I supposed to sit and wait While they storm through the gate Psycho just like Norman Bates Tell me if I'm tripping [Outro] (coughing) Fuck that shit, nigga, hmm, let's party