It Took Me Two Months to Set Up This Psychiatrist Appointment

Lyrics

[Cell phone call quality] How am I doing? I'm doing great! [Verse 1] You said I'm making everyone uncomfortable Said I'm weirdin' everybody out I gotta lotta shit to say But you told me to shut my mouth And I am hiding in the shadows I am just biding my time I'll pull a full Ted Kaczynski Hiding from the FBI (Instrumental) [Verse 2] And Dr. Aken called it trauma I said I didn't like the word He said well what would you rather call it? I said a jerk bein' a jerk And I got time on my hands and all the tools I need I got these little white pills for my OCD [Chorus] I'm not a holy man but man holy fuck I feel like Jesus Christ fucking nailed up to the cross I feel like Joan of Arc Like fucking Paul the Apostle I want this shit in my bones and this shit in my muscles I want your heart in my hands and my hands chopped off I want this shit in my body til my body givеs up