Schizophrenia Songtext
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Schizophrenia Songtext
Let me loosen you up with drugs!
Many are suffering from schizophrenia
Plenty are destroyed mentally
Really anyone of you can pretend that you are
Atrocious pigs diagnosing wigs
I diagnose you too disgusting for society, catch ferocious jigs
Taking the body count cancer took
Cats that would have Manson sStudy the bible & ate half the book
Your fucking grill's a million bucks
With skin peeling off your flesh
You're so appealing fresh, the real as fuck
Stay in the streets with your shank
But for now we'll fill up your blood bank with crank
You skank, nurses to thank
Neuralgin, Wall Street, college students
Accountants losing their minds & they haven't found them
Psychology 101, you've become what you studied once
Now you're the patient of psychologists, son
Put on a good show cause the doctors are mocking you
Clocking you, peeping you, watching you, ready to lock you, dook
You cats bite me while everything that you sing is soft
You cats can't write raps, might as well bite your fingers off
It's Schizophrenia!
Clozaril, Haldol, Thorazine, Risperdal, Olanzapine
Luvox, Lithium, Depakote, Anafranil, Tegretol
It's Schizophrenia!
You're a psycho, screaming like Joan of Arc burning
Rocking a fucking mullet
You're keeping it gully, white trash vermin
Tattooed up & screwed up, crack viled up & restrained
Some Annie shit, cause the pain remains
You're vulgar with a mustache
You're also female, delusional genius
Complex like a laptop with e-mail
Like Uncle Howie shooting up when you're 12
Now you're 45 & your life is diamonds in hell
You're on some Bundy shit, black decks & a hunchback
A matrix brain in the face like a corroded nut sack
Mustached out like Janet, schizophrenic cadavers
Hyper-active & paranoid, panic a Joni Mitchell addict
Bags under the eyes of a hag
A blonde grimace, nose picking, hysterical dirt bag
I don't like close-ups
So back the fuck up before my knife slices you
And leaves you with a cut that won't close up
You look like that chick from Law & Order
You used to be somebody's daughter
Now your mental's slaughtered
Take your pills with water
Prescription drugs flow through your aorta
Nowadays it pays to be normal, but you can't afford it
Many are suffering from schizophrenia
Plenty are destroyed mentally
Really anyone of you can pretend that you are
Atrocious pigs diagnosing wigs
I diagnose you too disgusting for society, catch ferocious jigs
Taking the body count cancer took
Cats that would have Manson sStudy the bible & ate half the book
Your fucking grill's a million bucks
With skin peeling off your flesh
You're so appealing fresh, the real as fuck
Stay in the streets with your shank
But for now we'll fill up your blood bank with crank
You skank, nurses to thank
Neuralgin, Wall Street, college students
Accountants losing their minds & they haven't found them
Psychology 101, you've become what you studied once
Now you're the patient of psychologists, son
Put on a good show cause the doctors are mocking you
Clocking you, peeping you, watching you, ready to lock you, dook
You cats bite me while everything that you sing is soft
You cats can't write raps, might as well bite your fingers off
It's Schizophrenia!
Clozaril, Haldol, Thorazine, Risperdal, Olanzapine
Luvox, Lithium, Depakote, Anafranil, Tegretol
It's Schizophrenia!
You're a psycho, screaming like Joan of Arc burning
Rocking a fucking mullet
You're keeping it gully, white trash vermin
Tattooed up & screwed up, crack viled up & restrained
Some Annie shit, cause the pain remains
You're vulgar with a mustache
You're also female, delusional genius
Complex like a laptop with e-mail
Like Uncle Howie shooting up when you're 12
Now you're 45 & your life is diamonds in hell
You're on some Bundy shit, black decks & a hunchback
A matrix brain in the face like a corroded nut sack
Mustached out like Janet, schizophrenic cadavers
Hyper-active & paranoid, panic a Joni Mitchell addict
Bags under the eyes of a hag
A blonde grimace, nose picking, hysterical dirt bag
I don't like close-ups
So back the fuck up before my knife slices you
And leaves you with a cut that won't close up
You look like that chick from Law & Order
You used to be somebody's daughter
Now your mental's slaughtered
Take your pills with water
Prescription drugs flow through your aorta
Nowadays it pays to be normal, but you can't afford it
Writer(s): BRAUNSTEIN RON Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
