Lyrics:

There’s something in the way not for Dr. Zummer
Hocked a tumor in the loogie and left it in Montezuma
Swam back to the US after Russian roulette
No deal on the table, give me a label to suplex

Came to fill them with pain, take a print of my brain
Flash it on the screen, you won’t leave the cinema sane
Had a following Fondling and it wouldn’t let go
‘Til I spiked the EC football into the Def Jux endzone
And when it hit the grass, it covered the crowd with mud
Mom slipped my bare ass out, I covered the ground with blood
Then she wiped it on my face like war paint
Then slapped me, I cry, I’ma die with a hardcore brain
Cracked the door’s frame when I opened the world around it
Exhale the hinges in the air with them ounces
My frontal lobe bounces off the wall, then it rots from
The picture that it painted like suicide with a shotgun

I’m trying to pick up the pieces, keep cutting
My hands. When I put it back together, it’s feces
In a permanent Hell, I find tranquility teaches
Me how to design perfect masks around these creatures
We’re going too far, nobody could reach us
I’m starting to drown, and I’m covered with leeches
Until my last breath, they’ll be screaming from the bleachers
Then I’ll be dead like all my teachers

Despite all my rage, I’m a rat in a Cage disguise
Communicate your love, injecting bleach in my eyes
The dubiously demented dented to dependant cradles
Slipped through a grasp from the broken glass, highly unstable
I left that label unable to keep my masters
No whip, broke as shit, chick left me a week after
Over-dosage of mushrooms, no ugly obstacles
Did the Handsome Boy record same day I fled the hospital
In the club, I don’t dance, I stand with a glass of vodka
Come to terms, I’m just like my bastard father
Left my mother with a kid that flipped her lid
When I started to look like him, she threw me out the crib
And I was only two, my grandmother was a Hitler Youth
Just dropped Agent Orange, and ain't got no dough to fix this tooth
I’m thinking out loud “I hate life” like that matters
Letting shit out that happened to fit in a rap pattern

I’m trying to pick up the pieces, keep cutting
My hands. When I put it back together, it’s feces
In a permanent Hell, I find tranquility teaches
Me how to design perfect masks around these creatures
We’re going too far, nobody could reach us
I’m starting to drown, and I’m covered with leeches
Until my last breath, they’ll be screaming from the bleachers
Then I’ll be dead like all my teachers

I’m trying to pick up the pieces, but each motherfucker
That fucked my mother over would leave me to be this
Drug-addicted menace, ain't shit to do in this place
No longer flinching from stepdad’s punches to the face
Blind to the drug, calm to the tub filled to the top
With warm water to sink in two arms full of blood
Not even thirteen, looking to exit left for mesc’
Could care less about life, just keep my Pumas fresh
Until the worms eat my flesh, I guess they better burn me
These are the thoughts of a child I keep ‘til thirty
I lacked patience ‘til I was packed with patients
In the mental facility, force-fed all the wrong medications
Prozac guinea pig, I don’t feel bipolar
But got a folder that claims I am in a stack that reaches my shoulder
Music my only savior in every instance
Makes each one of you a prophet to my existence

I’m trying to pick up the pieces, keep cutting
My hands. When I put it back together, it’s feces
In a permanent Hell, I find tranquility teaches
Me how to design perfect masks around these creatures
We’re going too far, nobody could reach us
I’m starting to drown, and I’m covered with leeches
Until my last breath, they’ll be screaming from the bleachers
Then I’ll be dead like all my teachers