Lord
Look over us Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger
In any way
Because I don’t like these mother fuckers
This whole world is fucked up And I’m a product of this fucked up world
I need help!
First
Let me start this rhyme out with some truth
I was shaking and sweating
Like colin farrel in the phone booth
Visions inhale like off my brains like flames
That constricts like chains
All comes together like cross the veins
So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me Even groupie bitches never get involved with me Cause I (why?)
Hear voices
I make murderous choices
Stare at their crotches
While I mumble strange noises
Fuck it I guess it really doesn’t matter
Not here to impress
I’m just infecting to make they brains splatter
I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave
I speak in tongues
Then cut my face every time I shave
A ritual habitual so peep the principles
Deadly syllables put in three second intervals
A mind that’s fucked up So suspect
So criminal
Put you in the ground with the phosphates and minerals
These boys really need some help (this is true…)
Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…)
Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…)
I’m the pinnacle of strangeness
I peel away the paint an flesh
Till I’m faceless
Unnecessary anguish
Nothing but a voice now
Bleedin' on the track
With the beleif
That if it’s dead
It can come back
I ate my soul
I swallowed it whole
And stitched up my torso
With a handful of staples
The walking dead
Deaf — dumb — and blind
Stab both of my eyes
But I can see you in my mind
I tried pills
Jumping off of window sills
But nothing could fulfill my thrill
To just kill myself
I won’t lie
I really need a lot of help
I won’t die
But I really like to try like hell
But now I found a group of people just like me Tech N9ne Prozak Kaliko
All strange
See no secret that I do weird shit
I take a hooker and I make her my bitch
And mouth-kiss her in the mosh pit
These boys really need some help (this is true…)
Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…)
Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…)
(tech n9ne!)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…)
Look at me close
Homie my arms
They liberate me Crazy baby
Yo why did thou create me?
I’m a (what?) little to the left
I am the incredible hetero devil
Your mother and your chick lookin' edible
(huh?)
That is always on my mind
(what — fuck — yeah yeah — fuck)
If you in my way you gettin' bucked
(yeah yeah — bucked)
And I don’t mean bucked from a horse
Seven twenty-nine
Lifting nigga’s up but of course
Sick in the cerebellum
Nigga yo chick gimme cerebellum
He trip then you better tell him
I mash it Blasted at last
He gon' get his ass kicked
(yeah)
Really fast quick
(yeah yeah)
Get his ass kick
I’m on a dead man project with prozak
At yo doormat
Don’t treat a killa like cojack (bitch)
Some time I feel the need to bleed myself
Liberate me lord because I need help
These boys really need some help (this is true…)
Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…)
Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…)
Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…)