Lyric Skitsofrantic
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic
Just leave me alone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I m home
I can 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, reeling on my neck
Flick in 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 to 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
Cuz if I do, the phone will explode
I think I better leave him on hold
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic...
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 somethin (gunshot), 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
Cuz 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?!!!
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic...
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 all my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked clown
I m down, straight skitsofrantic
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic...
Just leave me alone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I m home
I can 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, reeling on my neck
Flick in 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 to 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
Cuz if I do, the phone will explode
I think I better leave him on hold
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic...
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 somethin (gunshot), 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
Cuz 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?!!!
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic...
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 all my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked clown
I m down, straight skitsofrantic
Just skitsofrantic, don t panic...
