Lobotomy (feat. Schaffer The Darklord)

Who installed a doorbell on my impenetrable island fortress?!

Hey Mister Schaffer

What a beautiful lair

Kinda hard to find tho

Were you even aware?

You’re not on Google Maps or Earth or Sky

You’re not online at all

And I’m kinda starting to understand why

Today I tracked you down

Cuz I got an issue

Mine’s a tale of woe so

Grab a tissue

Please help me sir

I heard sick passenger

I need a doctor

(Pause)

But I’ve. Got. You.

Well, I’m not a doctor, but my ex-wife is

She truly knew that I was screwed up in the head like this

I’ve been fed a hundred meds into this rock of a block

Been through every type of therapy from talk up to shock

I got notes from interventions, and I built my own invention

It’s a doomsday device I call “the Coping Mechanism”

And it’s as-of-yet untested, but I’ll get it to fly

Perhaps you might be interested to give it a try, my guy

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

I don’t know what to do

I can hardly cope

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

Maybe with your help

I can finally cope

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

I don’t know what to do

I can hardly cope

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

Maybe with your help

I can finally cope

Ritalin and Adderall

Abilify, Lamictal

A dozen different pills,

Yeah, I’ve tried them all

Script me a solution

Schaffer I promise I’ll listen

Follow your words

Finish my mental mission

I’ve tried therapy

But it wasn’t for me

CBT and DBT

Couldn’t set me free

At the end of my rope

I’m beginning to choke

Dejected, rejected

Running outa hope

Yeah, that’s the spirit, won’t regret it, not ever

Just a simple procedure to leave your thalamus severed

From the back of the lobes up in the front of your brain

Which is a fancy way to say you’ve had enough of the pain

And who knows? Might even help you with your rappity raps

Just a little spike and mallet and a tappity tap

And that’s that, man, instantly your agony’s ebbing

Think of it as resetting your head to factory settings

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

I don’t know what to do

I can hardly cope

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

Maybe with your help

I can finally cope

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

I don’t know what to do

I can hardly cope

Help me STD

You’re my only hope

Maybe with your help

I can finally cope

What a brilliant idea

Mister Schaffer my dear

No more pain

Just a little spike to the brain

And my suffering is done

The battle with myself

Can finally be won

If I can overcome

My fear, my doubt

My insecurities

Which of course, abound

I can live like the rest

Of these blissful humans

Maybe being brain dead

Is the key to being normal

Schaffer come on

Let’s do the thing

Schaffer grab your tool

Let’s do the thing

Schaffer line it up

Let’s do the thing

Schaffer shove it in

Let’s do the thing

Fame

Riches

Weed

Bitches

Uh oh