This is a song about "You crazy"

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady

So many psych. books you would think i am crazy

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

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

If you say shadys too crazy

Cutting of circulation to head like are you crazy?

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

All i want is you baby

You may say i'm crazy

Yes i'm a little crazy so you can call me insane

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

They slim shady you must be crazy your lyrics

Its been a crazy ride and without you on my side

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right