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And this story just in from the wires of the Associated Press The incidents of mental illness in the United States appears to be on the Increase (He's losing his mind!) Strapped to the bed Semi-conscious half in dead Spit on the head-nurse and got rushed like I smacked a fed Holdin' me down while the nurse brought me drugs Took out the needle like Roc Raida and shot me up like Courtney Love A fuckin' zombie on Haldon, look how I'm walkin' Standin' around like crowd patrols in Boston I'm running points, but the points not what my parents see Remember me? I pulled out my dick in group therapy Dust the gorilla till they passed the Glock to Kong And smacked around the ward and poured him a straight by Dr. Strong Manic, depressed slashed chest keep a eye full Sorry, we found Prozac makes my bipolars suicidal No family visits at few To the engine descending my fist on my stepdad's faggot face for attention And when a tear comes in the room like, what's the matter? I'm eating the brownies mom made then smacking her with the platter (I wanna roll with the devil) Cage talking in backround: Nothing works here I've been here for seven years The medication don't work Nothing works here I've been here for seven years I hate this place I'm starting to adjust Holding my dick to escape the lust Till these girls in group, explain their rapes and busts Switched to jeans Conformness with a different theme My performance to my parents deserves a zipper meet And after a year when they ask me why I'm still here I'm like, this shit is college for my fuckin' rap career New bitch on the unit! Fine, fuckin' her first Put on suicide watch and jerk in front of the nurse Molested bitch with tits that loves beatings Doing ant hills of dope thinking it's coke at drug meetings And when she starts to fucking seizure I'ma leave her By the freezer while I'm taking breeders of ether with a fever Jack the phone calling my friends fake faggots Kicking the nurse in her tits when they throw me a straight jackets That's what you get, dumb bitch, now you're crying pet While I'm waiting for the drugs to kick in like a dying vet (I wanna roll with the devil) I'm getting desperate I'm thinking my only exit Was jerking off in medicine cups and get this bitch pregnant I'm trying to make it through group with no jokes of shitting permitted Try signing yourself out and not getting committed My family sessions go great, with a slap to the mouth And my stepdad's like, "You ain't coming back to the house!" Look who's the better patient I went to rape the nurse in the nurse's station Broke in and tossed the medication On Thanksgiving I stuck my dick in the turkey And had the doctor on call play with my dick checking for herpes Doctor is strange, swinging the open locks Under a blanket while the whole unit tear me with soap and socks A silent child, plotting to vile it's style Talking to a rifle out loud like Private Pyle Teen geek with a girl, looking to fuck her stuck out Holding my doctor hostage cause I can't get the fuck out It's hollow! He's loosing his mind That's the only explanation He's gone berserk The man is obviously a lunatic Deprived that his actions can only be described as the ravings of a mad man The patient has shown no progress The medication is not working The patient has shown no progress The medication is not working The patient has shown no progress The medication is not working He's gone berserk The man is obviously a lunatic The patient has shown no progress
Writer(s): Christian Michael Palko, Jarrett Mumford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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