| Many are sufferin' from schizophrenia
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| Plenty are destroyed mentally
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| Really, anyone of you can pretend that you are
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| Atrocious pigs diagnosin' wigs
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| I diagnose you too disgustin' for society, catch ferocious jigs
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| Takin' the body count cancer took
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| Cats that would have Manson shook
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| Studied the bible and ate half the book
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| Your fuckin' grill’s a million bucks
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| With skin peelin' off your flesh
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| You’re so appealin', fresh, the real as fuck
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| Stay in the streets with your shank
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| But for now, we’ll fill up your blood bank with crank
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| You skank, nurses to thank
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| Neuralgin, Wall Street, college students, accountants
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| Losin' their minds and they haven’t found them
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| Psychology 101, you’ve become what you studied once
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| Now you’re the patient of psychologists, son
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| Put on a good show 'cause the doctors are mockin' you
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| Clockin' you, peepin' you, watchin' you, ready to lock you, dook
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| You cats bite me while everythin' that you sing is soft
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| You cats can’t write raps, might as well bite your fingers off
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| It’s Schizophrenia!
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| Clozaril, Haldol, Thorazine, Risperdal, Olanzapine
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| Luvox, Lithium, Depakote, Anafranil, Tegretol
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| It’s Schizophrenia!
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| You’re a psycho, screamin' like Joan of Arc burnin'
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| Rockin' a fuckin' mullet
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| You’re keepin' it gully, white trash vermin
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| Tattooed up and screwed up, crack viled up and restrained
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| Some Annie shit 'cause the pain remains
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| You’re vulgar with a mustache, you’re also female
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| Delusional genius, complex like a laptop with e-mail
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| Like Uncle Howie shootin' up when you’re 12
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| Now you’re 45 and your life is diamonds in hell
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| You’re on some Bundy shit, black decks and a hunchback
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| A matrix brain interface like a corroded nut sack
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| Mustached out like Janet, schizophrenic cadavers
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| Hyper-active and paranoid, panic a Joni Mitchell addict
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| Bags under the eyes of a hag
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| A blonde grimace, nose-pickin', hysterical dirt bag
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| I don’t like close-ups
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| So back the fuck up before my knife slices you
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| And leaves you with a cut that won’t close up
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| You look like that chick from Law & Order
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| You used to be somebody’s daughter
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| Now, your mental’s slaughtered
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| Take your pills with water
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| Prescription drugs flow through your aorta
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| Nowadays, it pays to be normal but you can’t afford it |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Schizophrenia, artist - Necro. Album song The Murder Murder Kill Kill Double, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп