Текст песни Schizophrenia (Instrumental) - Necro

Let me loosen you up with drugs
Many are suffering from schizophrenia
Plenty are destroyed mentally
Really anyone of you can pretend that you are
Atrocious pigs diagnosing wigs
I diagnose you too disgusting for society, catch ferocious jigs
Taking the body count cancer took
Cats that would have Manson shook
Study the bible and it ain′t half the book
Your fucking grills a million bucks
With skin peeling off your flesh
You're so appealing fresh, the real as fuck
Stay in the streets with your shank
But for now we′ll fill up your bloodbank with crank
You skank nurses to thank
Neuralgin, Wall Street, college students
Accountants losing their minds and they haven't found them
Psychology 101, you've become what you studied once
Now you′re the patient of psychologists son
Put on a good show cause the doctors are mocking you
Clockin you, peeping you, watching you, ready to lock you dook
You cats bite me while everything that you sing is soft
You cats can′t write raps, might as well bite your fingers off
It's Schizophrenia
Clozaril, Haldol, Thorazine, Risperdal, Olanzapine
Luvox, Lithium, Depakote, Anafranil, Tegretol
It′s Schizophrenia
You're a psycho, screaming like Joan of Arc burning
Rocking a fucking mullet
You′re keeping it gully, white trash vermin
Tattooed up and screwed up, crack viled up and restrained
Some Annie shit, cause the pain remains
You're vulgar with a moustache
You′re also female, delusional genius
Complex like a laptop with email
Like Uncle Howie shooting up when you're 12
Now you're 45 and your life is diamonds in hell
You′re on some Bundy shit, black decks and a hunchback
A matrix brain in the face like a coroded nutsack
Moustached out like Janet, schizophrenic cadavers
Hyper-active and paranoid, panic a Joni Mitchell addict
Bags under the eyes of a hag
A blonde grimace, nose picking, hysterical dirtbag
I don′t like close-up's
So back the fuck up before my knife slices you and leaves you with a cut that won′t close up
You look like that chick from Law & Order
You used to be somebody's daughter, now your mental′s slaughtered
Take your pills with water, prescription drugs flow through your aorta
Nowadays it pays to be normal, but you can't afford it