Maybe I'm Insane

[Intro]:
Dark Side Poet! Don't ya know it
If ya don't know it I'm the Dark Side Poet and ya gonna know it
That's right
This is the Juggalo song: Maybe I'm Insane
Yeah! This is for the Juggalo Family
I'm sick of all that fake shit out there
All this gangster rap, mainstream, Top 40, Billboard shit
I'd rather listen to ICP and Twiztid than 50 Cent
Fucking wanksta
I'm bringin' this underground shit into the 2010s
It's more than just music; it's an attitude
It's a mindstate, it's a way of life
[Verse 1]:
When I was just a kid I didn’t believe in bliss
And then four years ago I discovered a new click
Now I keep it in the click, fuck the outside
I’m runnin’ with an axe & I stake the claim on my Lotus tat
Hatchetman medallion swingin’ madly in the breeze
And the name of the game, we bring conformers to their knees
We the next level, attitude expressin’ underground
Goal to rock freeks with educated sounds
Yeah, we take the crown and we shove it up ya arse
We ain’t in it for the fame; just for meaning to last
And take y’all to task while the bloodletting last
See me pissin' on the charts 'til the present is past
It’s all well and good, you can dis' my show
I’m doin’ what I know I should; I’m a Freek Show
Don't have to scratch or sample 'cause emotion is ample
Experimental Hip Hop mental vibes, I’ma trample heads
Like a stampede of pachyderms
Slow burn set on high heat for those under the streets
No conflict of conscience, I rep the DC
What I am is who I am and who I’ll be when I’m set free
When the wagons come... I'm gettin' on that shit
[Chorus]:
Ya call me insane, yeah, maybe I'm insane
But I love it that I'm me; individuality
Maybe I'm insane but what, what, what?!
Maybe I'm insane, fuck it, maybe I'm insane
Ya call me insane; damn right I'm insane
Insane is sane in my book, you're all the same
All the same lame, seekin' fame, preachin' the game
And the gain but ya fake I'm real and insane
[Verse 2]:
I let ya know, when ya fuckin' with me, it ain't a game
Ain't a show, it's a battle; throw ya punch, I'll spit flames
A child of the night, ever dwellin' vespertine
Ululatin' like a wolf; chill like a villain in ya dreams
A scream is music so I take it and use it
Ya body's like a mic 'cause I like to abuse it
Dark Side channelled like remote control
Ya push a button and I'll blow like Iraqi souls
Droppin' bombs along with the beat; bass quakin' in ya street
Get the dead moshin' up and out from under ya feet
I'll let ya let ya know... I don't fight fair
I'll take an axe to a knife fight and catch ya unaware
Make ya dirty underwear when I spit this shit
I'm The DSP and I'm rockin' this shit
Rippin' holes in ya souls, spittin' venom to the mic
A lyrical assassin flippin' scripts until daylight, bitch
I represent the Family
Stuck in Bendighetto City but you all are gonna hear me
Yo, I'm keepin' it real, but inflictin' the Wicked Shit
So, die mother fucker while I kick it for the click
Here we go again
Juggalos... sing the chorus
[Chorus]:
Ya call me insane, yeah, maybe I'm insane
But I love it that I'm me; individuality
Maybe I'm insane but what, what, what?!
Maybe I'm insane, fuck it, maybe I'm insane
Ya call me insane; damn right I'm insane
Insane is sane in my book, you're all the same
All the same lame, seekin' fame, preachin' the game
And the gain but ya fake I'm real and insane
Break it down, break it down, break it down
Yeah! Juggalos, nod ya heads, clap ya hands
Tap ya feet, strangle a bitch... whatever!
[Bridge]:
I deflect the nonsense, evoke the process
Select a protest, congest ya congress
Deflect the nonsense, evoke the process
Select a protest, congest ya congress
Evoke the process, select a protest, congest ya congress
Deflect the nonsense, evoke the process
Select a protest, congest ya congress
[Outro]
No rest for the Wicked
We come from under the ground to kick it
Yeah!
Maybe I'm insane (X9)
Fuck it... I am insane!