[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