[Verse 1: Aoshi] Homage, babe, could you pa** me that Psycho And get your a** off the top of me I gotta go Thanks I'm outta relapse, but hey, no sweat I ain't gonna murder anypony just yet, heh I'm a technician, just shut up and listen I'm a little bit mental, might be a developmental condition Super ordinary, and weary, could call me underwhelmed Bro, do you even EFS? Yeah, I can tell, nope I'm not addicted, but if you happen to see me close my eyes Could one of y'all give me a little slap, guys? Thanks, feels great when I hallucinate and sh** A monkey on my back has a new k**er fit Calamity and Velve, don't be so hard on this flank I'm like a full blown Alicorn trippin' on this crank Super ordinary, and weary, could be the PTMs I might be a little high, but look, I am what I am [Hook: Biscayne] Psychos, and Hydras, with a Party Time Quick Fix High hopes, and I know that I'm Not Addicted Psychos, and Hydras, with a Party Time Quick Fix High hopes, and I know that I'm Not Addicted [Verse 2: Versal] Now everypony say I got a problem But honestly, it's the opposite Cause any problem that I got, I'mma solve 'em Like pills dissolve them, using Ment-Als as a simple solvent So they dissolvin' all the problems that I come across and When ponies tell me, "Littlepip, you gotta stop this!" I'm sighing at the topic, like look what I've accomplished I'm not addicted I'm just doing what is needed To see that I'm not defeated and my dreams can see fulfillment Besides, take a look at my track list If I didn't have the PTMs, could I have done it? Like get a bomb, get the slaves right back home I could talk anypony into doin' what I want, so Tell me it's a problem and I'll laugh right in your face Take Pinkie for example, wait, um, okay Maybe every now and then I go a bit Overboard, but at least I'm not hoarding all the sh** [Hook] [Verse 3: Nexgen] How you gonna call me a fanatic, a whacked addict I'm clearly going at it, I'm eccentric and ecstatic Got a terminal with static, I'll hack it, and on a lock Rather than get mad and pick at it I'm gonna crack it Not gonna go in with my guns automatic And being sporadic I'd rather take a step back and examine my tactics What's wrong with y'all and all the theatrics You're faking and frantic, and what the f** Why y'all acting like a bunch of f*ggots? Sorry I didn't mean that, and I redact it Now I'm in a panic cause as a friend, I think I'm bad at it I understand that I need to quit with the havoc Lemme hand over my PTMs with my magic you can have it God dammit, gotta stop with the sad sh** Quit being so tragic I need to move past it What about my lyrics, can't you take a hint? I was clearly on the mints when I decided to write this [Hook]