| Man talking:
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| And this story just in from the wires of the Associated Press
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| The incidents of mental illness in the United States appears to be on the
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| Increase
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| Strapped to the bed
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| Semi-conscious half in dead
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| Spit on the head-nurse and got rushed like I smacked a fed
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| Holdin' me down while the nurse brought me drugs
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| Took out the needle like Roc Raida and shot me up like Courtney Love
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| A fuckin' zombie on Haldol, look how I’m walkin'
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| Standin' around like crowd patrols in Boston
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| I’m running points, but the points not what my parents see
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| Demerit me? |
| I pulled out my dick in group therapy
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| Dust the gorilla till they passed the Glock to Kong
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| And smacked around the ward and poured him a straight by Dr. Strong
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| Manic, depressed slashed chest keep a eye full
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| Sorry, we found Prozac makes my bipolars suicidal
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| No family visits add fuel
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| To the engine descending my fist on my stepdad’s faggot face for attention
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| And when a tear comes in the room like, what’s the matter?
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| I’m eating the brownies mom made then smacking her with the platter
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| Sample:
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| Cage talking in backround:
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| Nothing works here
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| I’ve been here for seven years
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| The medication don’t work
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| Nothing works here
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| I’ve been here for seven years
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| I hate this place
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| I’m starting to adjust
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| Holding my dick to escape the lust
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| Till these girls in group, explain their rapes and bust
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| Switched to jeans
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| Conformness with a different theme
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| My performance to my parents deserves a zipper meet
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| And after a year when they ask me why I’m still here
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| I’m like, this shit is college for my fuckin' rap career
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| New bitch on the unit!
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| Fine, fuckin' her first
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| Put on suicide watch and jerk in front of the nurse
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| Molested bitch with tits that loves beatings
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| Doing ant hills of dope thinking it’s coke at drug meetings
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| And when she starts to fucking seizure I’ma leave her
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| By the freezer while I’m taking breathers of ether with a fever
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| Jack the phone calling my friends fake faggots
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| Kicking the nurse in her tits when they throw me a straight jackets
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| That’s what you get, dumb bitch, now you’re crying pet
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| While I’m waiting for the drugs to kick in like a dying vet
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| I’m getting desperate
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| I’m thinking my only exit
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| Was jerking off in medicine cups to get this bitch pregnant
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| I’m trying to make it through group with no jokes of shitting permitted
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| Try signing yourself out and not getting committed
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| My family sessions go great, with a slap to the mouth
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| And my stepdad’s like, «You ain’t coming back to the house!»
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| Look who’s the better patient
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| I went to rape the nurse in the nurse’s station
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| Broke in and took some medication
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| On Thanksgiving I stuck my dick in the turkey
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| And had the doctor on call play with my dick checking for herpes
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| Doctor is strange, swinging the open locks
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| Under a blanket while the whole unit tear me with soap and socks
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| A silent child, plotting the violent style
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| Talking to a rifle out loud like Private Pyle
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| Teen geek with a girl, looking to fuck but struck out
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| Holding my doctor hostage cause I can’t get the fuck out
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| Man 1 talking:
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| It’s horrible!
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| He’s loosing his mind
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| That’s the only explanation
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| Man 2:
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| He’s gone berserk
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| The man is obviously a lunatic
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| Man 1:
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| Deprived that his actions can only be described as the ravings of a mad man
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| Woman X3:
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| The patient has shown no progress
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| The medication is not working
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| Man 2:
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| He’s gone berserk
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| The man is obviously a lunatic
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| Woman:
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| The patient has shown no progress |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Stoney Lodge, artist - Cage. Album song Movies For The Blind, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп