Twiztid - Problems With Medications (Skit) lyrics

You know what? You psychiatrists are all like You make me sit and talk about my mother for an hour Charges me 400 bucks, give me a perscription That you never does damn bit of good And now... now? I have little voice in my head That's saying it's ok for me to f** my sister I'll tell you something doctor d little little You'd better get me something to calm my a** down Or I'mma come over there and pop out your eye and skull f** you