This is a song about "Massage therapy"

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

And fake friends need some therapy.

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Damn instead of rap maybe i need therapy, because of my rarity,what other

Bending words between these bars is my therapy

I just want somebody i can see

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Baby girl imma massage you and release dat tension

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

But before then i need therapy, for this parody, that i let get out of control carelessly

Your psychopathic ass belongs in therapy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

I never quit never fell ,i became a rap master,oh ya well last massage to teachers

I'm not getting no therapy

God mc oh my god you gotta see