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My lyrics are like kinda what my MIND is like:

Fucked up,

That's word to Slim,

cuz up in my head

the light gets really really dim,

(where did Nomad go?

Did somebody seize him?

Please, I beg you,

somebody free him!)

 

See me by myself, like

nobody wants to be him,

cuz nobody wants to be in,

this state of Freud-i-an,

psychosis,

or is hysterical neurosis?

whatever you call it,

the virus in my mind,

you can't uninstall it.

 

And you're wondering if I give a fuck about

what you think,

Well, I don't mind if your balls hit,

a metal pole, or the kitchen sink,

And no I don't care what a physician thinks,

I'm me, so if you expect me to be you,

you'll whine like Scooby-Doo,

 

But man I'm done,

I feel high tension

in this room

guess y'all can't handle the truth

I'm as unlikely to stop rapping,

as I am to lose an adult tooth,

Now get me the hell out of this booth.