Lyrics Problems With Medication - Twiztid

Problems With Medication

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 fuck my sister
I’ll tell you something doctor d little little
You’d better get me something to calm my ass down
Or I’mma come over there and pop out your ass and skull fuck you