more demented then four cars dented
and fender bended, gave up god for lent, kid
my minds played tricks since i was way youngin
got started early and my behaviors stayed rugged
i play nothin, i only come real with it
voices command me to do things, i cant hardly deal with it
the real shit, the realest, is the shit i live in
i got issues with women, i think about stickin em
with razors and shanks, it aint a prank
the neighbors dog whispered to me, the son of sam
no fun, its mad, its maddening like john
annoying like a tamborine and claws
that scrape the chalkboard, i hear these things in my dome
even without company , im still not alone
thats when they scold me and pick on me
the voices are bold, G/minds playing tricks on me

i followed her home then peeped her undressin
hid concealed in the hedges, dreamed of her breast-s
i peed and messed in the foyer of her apartment
when i thought she knew i was there i quick departed
im sick or retarded, i dont understand my affliction
i loathe myself for it, the mirror makes me sickened
ill break it quickly if i see my reflection
who can help me? cause i need these questions
to be soon answered cause when the moon passes
im compelled to perform dark doom masses
neighboorhood pets and livestock get slit for parts
perform sado-maschoistic rituals with chicken hearts
derive sex gratification from peepin on fly ladies
when im done i just cry like a baby
killin aint all glamourous like mansons family
just a lonely soul with a mind playing tricks, understand me?

i dont believe that im right, but it seems that at night
i cant stop myself but to creep with a knife
i never get the balls up to cut or harm
anybody but myself, so i just cut on my arm
i feel so alone in a room filled with peeps
killin nearly, and illin severely
i live a simple life but still wrestle with demons
hide outside a bitch window lettin off semen
if i had insurance i could afford to take my meds
but im real with it, i just wish id wake up dead
wake up not at all, always watching bodies drop and fall
inside my mind, want to start killin cops and all
suicides an option, use a rope to choke my neck
im a psychological and emotional wreck
im not trying to brag and i dont think its cool
aint shit hip about a mind playing tricks, fool