Twiztid - Problems With Medication lyrics

You know what? You psychiatrists are all like You make me sit and talk about my mother for an hour Charges me 400 bucks, give me a perscription That you never does damn bit of good And now... now? I have little voice in my head That's saying it's ok for me to f** my sister I'll tell you something doctor d little little You'd better get me something to calm my a** down Or I'mma come over there and pop out your a** and skull f** you