Intro - Dr. Lewdac, (TK)
So... Tim... how are you doi-Tim? Tim? ...er...Mit?
(Yeees?)
Are you okay, TK?
(Never better, doc. Haha!)
Okay... *writing* ...Is there anything you want to tell me?
(Well...)
TK
I'm so cold, even Vanilla Ice wouldn't call me nice. I'm so hot headed though, I Ride like you just saw a Ghost, so that's why I'm on fire on these lines, lyrics get roasted. I'm a walking spirit, my conscious tries to tell me things but I can't hear it. I get migraines, my pain in my brain, I can't remember my name; (Ti...Mit!) I feel like my medulla oblongata's gotta be oblong in my nodder. Plus, I hear a voice in my head, I try to say "nada" but I end up fight myself anotha time. You writing notes in your pard but every night I'm writing quotes that are bad, ("So why are you mad?") If there was any idea to why I would, I would have already had it, wouldn't I? Couldn't I get rid of this gimmick, shouldn't I have never committed my first crime on the mic?
Bridge
I've come to a conclusion.
(Lay it to me straight, doc!)
Hook
(so what's my shrink say?)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You need to use your brain! (Hey!)
You cause yourself pain! (Hey!)
You are everyone's bane! (Hey!)
(Don't call me that a-fucking-gain!)
TK
C'mon, I got the class of DiCaprio, a work of art like Da Vinci, a tough act like Dafoe, and intentions of DeFeo. So I guess I'll see you on the other side, tell my mother I said, "Hi!" Remember, I'm the bad guy, I grr like I'm a mad tiger, I'll go to Valhalla, die in mid fight... with myself, is that suicide? "Who's this guy?" I'm the newest guy, spitting the bluest rhymes, with a code red rating. Came from a broken home, head's fucked up worse than my mother's liver. Why's it called a liver if you can die right as it dies, there's no fucking life! Guys, I like to excite you with my blood lust, I got a knife and a sniper rifle, I love fights, they're so nice. My first crime, right?
Hook
(so what's my shrink say?)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You need to use your brain! (Hey!)
You cause yourself pain! (Hey!)
You are everyone's bane! (Hey!)
(Don't call me that a-fucking-gain!)
TK
No wonder I need a shrink, it what my big head thinks, Mit makes up these things that need surveillance tapes by the police, at least that's what people tell me. Or are they mocking me? Telling me to step off like when they pelt me with a Nike shoe when I was seven, spell it out for me, TK's dead, DEA wants the D to fuck with me. I'll catch you by the balls and toss it away, and burn it to hell, catchers Mit, oven Mit. So I guess I DO have good logic, to come to a psychologist, Doc, come on, wasn't it? ("Nah, you're still fucked in the head!")
Hook
(guess that's what my shrink says)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You need to use your brain! (Hey!)
You cause yourself pain! (Hey!)
You are everyone's bane! (Hey!)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You're mentally insane! (Hey!)
You need to use your brain! (Hey!)
You cause yourself pain! (Hey!)
You are everyone's bane! (Hey!)
(I said don't call me that a-fucking-gain!) No wait! (*gunshot*)