Rob The Viking - Therapy lyrics

[Madchild] I'mma pull out my knife or rifle I'm a polite psycho, it's a full out cycle Of a trifle life, cops can s** my co*k if they don't like us I hang around prospects strikers bikers Cruel in a duel, a Buell fuelled with nitrous Oxide thoughts fly by like a rock slide Not a far cry from a glorified barfly Horrified when you hear this warrior's war cry Four out of five dentists recommend that you support Swollen Members [..] Get it? People get their teeth knocked in But some of them will get dentures don't keep talkin While they sleep walkin, I'm always on their mind Stressed cause I'm successful and on the grind Look no ones secretly behind or under this Its independant b**h I funded it Does that answer your f**ing question? No one owns our sh** but us This is independant man, don't worry who I hang out with man Just mind your own f**ing business {*scratching*} you can't even control whats really on my mind Shut your mouth mind your business {*scratching end* X2 Times} [Prevail] I'm a juggernaut, you're not - you don't want it And you don't want us to rock your knot You don't call us if you got some thoughts You just call us to rock the spot, demolish and pop your top So wha**up? I don't do sh** to mock you dawg You doin that by yourself cause you not too hot Now the fat cats run around and copy each other like CD-R's We don't, cause we be stars See these scars? They didn't appear by themselves On my knuckles cause motherf**ers wouldn't keep to themselves When I was younger always havin to defend myself I was out there doin it with nobody else Until I met a couple cats, set a couple raps Got a plan together how to get a couple snaps Flashback to now, we got a whole operation But wouldn't if we didn't have a whole lot of patience {*scratching*} you can't even absorb what's really on my mind Shut your mouth mind your business {*scratching end* X4 Times} [Prevail] Well you trippin if you think I'm gonna sit on this couch And tell this shrink what my deeply rooted problems about The words out my mouth like acts of vengeance From the blackest dungeons in a ma** abundance We move together like shadows and figures We strike when we like, with a mind like the Gravediggaz Painted pictures and still photography Movin images, reverse psychology You should here what they call me when I leave the cypher A nut case, a coo coo, a loo or cypher When I talk on the beat, hot hot heat Shotgun trackmeat please come compete One lap to go before the cartridge blow Hot headed and dreaded with an incredible arsenal I kick back and witted in record time And who'da thought Id have alot of this sh** locked in my mind {*scratching*} you can't even absorb what's really on my mind Shut your mouth mind your business {*scratching end* X4 TIMES} {*Chorus is the scratching verse*}