This is a song about "Norman"

Me and my microphone could be one

With that hotel bates swag just call me norman

It equates to a modern day norman bates

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

I'm not normal, i'm norman, put this bitch on lock and be sick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

You ain't crazy as norman bates, that's up for debate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Stab you to fuckin' death like my name was norman bates

Worldwide, but i got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My shoes cost a fortune paintin these pictures like norman

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Forced towards norman the foremen dork,

To call me norman bates is just a horrid imitation

Anyways give it up the capital the nation