Cyanide and Silicone - Over The Phone Therapy lyrics

[Intro] -Over the phone therapy, how can we help you? -Uh, yeah. I was um.. I was recommended here by a friend. He said you could help me out -Okay uh, can we get your name please? -Yeah uh, I go by pretty much everything but my actual name. My friends call me, like, Sideshow the King. Kinda stupid but, Sideshow the King is what I normally go by. Uh, Rumble Fish, you can call me pretty much anything... Hell Fish, whatever you want -Okay. Well uh, Sideshow, what is it exactly that you're needing help with? Okay? Let's begin, alright [Verse 1: Sideshow The King] I don't even know myself anymore I feel like I don't even need myself anymore Every morning I wake up behind an unlocked door Sleeping pills wear off inside my numbed up core Sometimes I forget to bathe Some days I try to forget my name All my friends claim that they love my game But when a story pops up they forget my name Un-included, so in conclusion I try so f**ing hard just to fix my sh** Trip, eat sh** Obviously I'm not worth a sh** Or else they'd line me up and try to hear my sh** f** off I can hear my thoughts I thought I was just tripping balls Nah man, am I going crazy? Is it possible that I'm just lazy? Call me wavy, she calls me baby But deep inside, I feel like I need to hide But there's no hiding places inside my intestines No pride, I should buy a Smith & Wesson and end this session But I can't That's the p**y way out, just figure this out I can't gather all my mother f**ing thoughts right now When in doubt Open up that window, let that mother f**er shout Help I'm trapped in my head I was told that I was better off as dead Hey Fred! Guess what? I'm f**ing k**ing brain cells Stabbing my dura mater with a blown up bombshell [Interlude: Therapist] Bruh, slow your roll Remember? I'm right here Can we start from the top? That's what I want to hear Just breathe out, and get less fierce [Verse 2: Sideshow the King] From the top? Don't mind if I do! I started going crazy 2-0-1-2 I made a couple movies with my friends, I add All because they saw Scumbag42 A year later, I was less important Find some sh** to record then All of a sudden I graduated 8th grade 2-0-1-3 they come back to me High school, I'm the mother f**ing king All the b**hes were bowing, getting all loud and Junior year I met this chick Who made me the worse I've ever been It was fun, 'til she left And now I guess I'm under some stress And I'm going f**ing bat-sh** crazy Batman can't even save me, holy sh** They can't run it like me And nobody else is making moves like me And nobody else is making movies like me And nobody else is understanding me, I'm the king And every f**ing day I feel like I should be the president It's evident that everything recorded is now evidence You're f**ing with the wrong one fam I'm the best up man, and no I never dress up man I'm brutally honest you better back the f** up Before I end your career, rapping in the back of a Mack truck Take a tic-tac, your breath whack, this a nap rap Blunt wrap, Bandit rolling up a ZicZac Her head in my lap as I'm holding onto her frappe Ayyy, I'm the king