How the hell did he manage to get more felony charges? He's already got life in jail, man, what the hell is his problem? Well, to be honest the smell of these chronic leaves make me hella demonic They've compelled me to k** this elderly man And I get these panic attacks Pop a Xanax, relax Tryna stick my f**in' dick inside a mannequin's a** Then I get manic depressed See the orthodontist get ga**ed Man, it's kicka** The first thing I put on is the mask Speaking of masks, man, it ain't too late to have a change of face And take it off and show my face so you can see the things you facin' Slice you up and cook you after you're murdered by strangulation That's bacon souffle you makin', ain't you? Well, thank you Jason There goes one more coma Due to blunt force trauma Just give me one more Soma And I'll be done for, mama Go in the damn broom closet Another Valium, lost it Shovin' the vacuum nozzle Down the bathroom faucet Seems like every day I get a little flakier The medication is making my hands a little shakier Hand me the 18 month old baby, come shake 'em up It'll only take me a second to choke his trachea Breakin' his neck in eightsome places Baby, he's Shady comes lady He's got the razor-b-blades and the ch-ch-chain-ch-saw, baby You b-b-blundering, bumbling m-m-mumbling dum-dum Yeah, here I come-come, you hear the rumbling? Vrum-vrum There's something inside of that blue tub and that drum-drum My head and torso are some won' where they come from Who's it belong to, maybe the girl with the long blonde hair Who disappeared and left her cheerleader pom-poms Clearly there's some' wrong 'Cause she didn't come home She's missing Where is she? Something fishy is goin' on I guess he stuck the b**h with the pitchfork with the long prongs Now everybody get your dance on to my damn song Come on