Skitsofrantic

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EP Title: Terror Wheel(1994)

Skitsofrantic, don't panic

Leave me alone, get the fuck on

Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home

I hear people walking in the other room

Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen

Try to drive home, someone's in the back

Whisperin words, breathin on my neck

Flickin my ear, I know they're right there

But I can't see em in my mirror, uh

Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead

They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head

Hiding under covers, they're trying get me

But I can tell one of them is under there with me

I got a phone call, I can't pick it up

Can't do a thing, just let it ring

Cause if I do, the phone will explode

I think I better leave him on hold

[Chorus]

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]

I better just chill, bitch get real

I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal

You want me dead so that you can get paid

I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time

I gotta kill them or they'll kill me

Who's these guys trying to walk down my street

He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'

I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker

The man next door try to take me out

So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house

Here come the cops, I don't know shit

How do I know you're legit, bitch?

I hate to say it, but fuck Mark Crem

Cause I can tell, he's just one of them

Every night I see him on my little TV

He's always looking at me, why?

[Chorus]

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]

Sittin in my room, everything's dark

I think I heard somebody fart

Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me

And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?

I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes

Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes

Paint my face like a wicked clown

I'm down, straight skitsofrantic

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X13]

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

Hey, hey, hey

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic

No, you ain't getting none, bitch

This shit costs money

Oh, hey hey, kiddies

How are you liking the ride thus far?

Excellent

This next one is about that shit

That comes out of the sewers and pipes

And chokes your neck

It's called the Smog

Ahahahahaha

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