This is a song about "Genetic explanations of schizophrenia"

Top of my pile of bodies

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Got it matching though

Return of the king of flow

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Like a genetic mutation messing up your period,

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

Don't call it genetic, but call it angelic

Feeling, of appealing

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing