Like A Psycho

They call me a scary disaster, keeping it barely together
What the hell's the meaning of "sanity"? Because I barely remember
The definition seems to be missing from the dictionary, I better
Reach out to Merriam Webster, excuse me ma'am can I ask ya?
What's a basket case? Hey, can anyone help me define it?
I think I've lost all reason and I'm probably not gonna find it
My train of thought is off the rails, 'cause I was one-track minded
Like right now I need one more rhyme to end this 4 bar rhyme with
I got those psycho vibes, ripping through you like a cyclone
Tie you to a missile, here's a ticket for your flight home
Keep your hands off my planet because my flag has been planted
I plan on cracking open more vaults than Jack, I'm the Handsomest
Devil ever, and you can bet I've got a Guardian Angel
Yes I'm a hazard to you but to myself I'm hardly a danger
So remind me what the f*** is "sanity"? I'm scared I'll forget
Especially when I'm strapped with this massive alien tech

I'm rocking billions of ill guns, it's real fun
Every target on my hit list? Fulfilled, son
If you're with the "Children of the Vault" you will run
Like a crate filled with whiteclaws, I'll kill them

Get my money
Grab my guns
Put on a smile
Everything is cool
When you're feeling like a psycho
Yeah, I'm a weirdo
Lost my mind
Put on a smile
Everything is cool
When you're feeling like a psycho

Even if I catch flak I'm faster to clap back
Than CL4PTR4P in a backpack blasting some fat tracks
Meet a real badass who has racks stacked with mad gats
I'll drop my hazmat pants so you can shake hands with my asscrack
Like Mad Max if he had a rap sheet of indecent exposure
But the only exposure you'll get from me is gonna be an explosion
These borderlands are a borderline disaster, that was a homage
'Cause we're so hungry for mayhem we may never fill up our stomachs
We're the hunters of the vault and we'll empty 'em
Of eridium, if you got some, do not simply give me some
I want all of it or you're gonna get shot and then looted
It's your decision which one of the ways you want us to do it

I'm rocking billions of ill guns, it's real fun
Every target on my hit list? Fulfilled, son
If you're with the "Children of the Vault" you will run
Like a crate filled with whiteclaws, I'll kill them

Get my money
Grab my guns
Put on a smile
Everything is cool
When you're feeling like a psycho
Yeah, I'm a weirdo
Lost my mind
Put on a smile
Everything is cool
When you're feeling like a psycho

Wait up a second, JT you're losing your head, see
Don't go psychotic again or we'll put you in the asylum
With the Calypso twins counting up their sins
Like a heavy algebraic math equation
This planet's looking far
Pandora's looking wide
So you better Catch-A-Ride
'Cause there ain't no Ubers coming by
You see my mental wealth
Has taken a dip in its price
I'm going crazier and crazier
One vault at a time

Get my money
Grab my guns
Put on a smile
Everything is cool
When you're feeling like a psycho
Yeah, I'm a weirdo
Lost my mind
Put on a smile
Everything is cool
When you're feeling like a psycho