s**er punch you in the face
Lose your breath at the gates
Choke you with a shoelace
A motherf**in' arms race
Doctor says I'm dead
Doctor, doctor says I'm dead
Doctor, doctor says I'm dead
Doctor, doctor says I'm dead
Chillin' in the back
Guns out, ready to attack
Sleepin' on my issues
Ran out of tissues
f**ers say it's dope
But they don't even know
The sick acid trip
Plotting on this dick
Blood on the ceiling indicates a murder
k**ing's a feeling, soldier
Write me a prescription
It's my own addiction
When Villain's not around
$hroomie hits the ground
Followed by the pound sign
Dial up, Devil's on the line
Boy you must think I'm f**ed
If you think I'm unoriginal
I see you swallowing blunts
While you cum on your pillow
Fake Poon Squad lookin' a** b**h
Blitzkrieg Bee Bop, cryin' on your tits
Boy looking like Jabba The Hutt
You kids hit the spice
Doctor said I'm ill
Doctor, doctor said I'm trill, c*nt