Guttermouth - My Chemical Imbalance lyrics

Ah, there's gonna be a k**ing A k**ing, k**ing, k**ing Drugs are not for healing That guy just ate meat, a-wow! There's gonna be a beating A beating, beating, beating The kids are on acid And they're marching down the streets It's my chemical imbalance Yeah, my head is stuffed with d** Zoloft keeps me even Being straight-edge rather s**s There is no telling what could happen If my gang was on to me The bullets are a-shooting A shooting, shooting, shooting Paco plucked a pollo That he plans to eat Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck There's gonna be a juicing A juicing, juicing, juicing I'm sober, but I'm pooping Gorge my colon full of prunes GO GET MORE PRUNES! It's my chemical imbalance Yeah, my head is stuffed with d** Zoloft keeps me even Being straight-edge rather s**s There is no telling what could happen If my gang was on to me Well, I was peeing in my room and I was staring at the wall And I was thinking about everything, but, then again, I was thinking about nothing When my same-s** parents walked in and started squealing Mark! Mike! No, Mark! We've been noticing you've been having a lot of problems, lately And we think it'd be in your best interest if we put you on Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitors And I said, "What the f** is a Selective Seretonin Reuptake Inhibitor? Why don't you stick it up your a** like your boyfriend! And who the hell is this Zoloft guy? Some new German, third-party, whathaveyou, weird s**ual experience? Just give me a cookie!"