[Hook: Vice Gripp] Every time I open my eyes yo I'm feeling homicidal Quick, someone call the men in the white coats I-I-I think that I'm losin' my mind That I'm losin' my mind I think that I'm losin' my mind Every time I open my eyes yo I feel like I'm on trial Can I not be judged for a while? I-I-I think that I'm losin' my mind That I'm losin' my mind I think that I'm losin' my mind [Verse 1: Vice Gripp] I awaken from the slumber With a hunger Like no other motherf**er Or his brother I swear to God if emcees keep sleeping I'll turn Freddy Krueger and dare y'all a**es to keep dreaming I feel like nobody wants to see me succeed It must get under their skin intravenously So young and coming up within the ranks If your sh** is garbage no wonder your attitude stanks The walls are crumbling around me Haters like a circus act how they trying to clown me Their sh** is all make up But say, bruh My nature Is still to verbally cremate ya I'll k** you if you try to stop my paper You'll be begging for the gun but I'll use the razor When I say this homie I am serious I don't give a f** about any of you, period [Hook] [Verse 2: Vice Gripp] I need to relax, mane This damn brain Of mine is working overtime chasing that change But I can't and I know That I won't Smoke control don't work no more Lock me up in hospitals I'm so anxious I start shaking And start pacing Start gazing Wanting the car faces I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired I'll find out who's your favorite rapper and light him on fire The ice cracked, I'm past my breaking point The world made me a psycho, homie, it ain't a choice I find it necessary that I raise my voice Cause it's motherf**ers who can't hear me making noise I ain't getting any motherf**ing younger So while you f*ggots make it rain I'll make it lightning and thunder Hell yea f** 'em let the life spill Welcome to the underground [?] [Hook] [Verse 3: Hopsin] I think that I'm losing my mind Here's a few of the signs No brain was made inside my head, it was glued into mine Abnormal human design Thoughts I got two different kinds I break the law and then have to be told numerous times Not to violate it, this grievous tumor is why I find a slight ticklish wicked humor in crime You'd probably sh** inside your panties if you heard the rhymes I'm certified These wack rappers deserve to die I'll grab my tab of enemies and I'll flip through the list Choose a b**h to bring the karma to and then let loose a bit Run up to their f**ing house and knock, when they say "who is it?" I say "police!", then run, and when they open up a fuse is lit This is the day that hell comes Welcome I'm-a teach you how to unveil nuns and sell guns Inhale tons of weed smoke in your frail lungs Then I'm-a give you a pat on the back and say well done [Hook]