Straight Jacket

Lyrics

[Intro: sample] "Ghetto Style" "Talk that shit" [Verse 1] Help me, Doctor, Doctor, 'cause I'm seein' lots of spots I'm thinkin' of pink elephants with little polka dots I'm tired, crazy tired, but I cannot get no sleep Cause every time I close my eyes I think I'm six feet deep I feel I'm goin' slow as hell, but everything is speedin' Last night I woke up screamin' and my bathroom walls were bleedin' I thought I fell asleep at work, but then when I awoke I was all alone and had my own hands on my throat Clippings from the newspaper of murders; my library Sometimes I get a urge to walk inside a cemetery I looked into a mirror, seen a rope around my neck I smoke a lot of cigarettes, cause I'm a nervous wreck Tryin' to relax, I ran some water in the tub Vision somebody slaughtered, then the water turned to blood I'm runnin' down the hallway tryna reach an exit door The more and more I run, seems like it's further than before Voices sometimes tell me what I won't do, what I will do Voices in my head right now are tellin' me to kill you Filled up with anxiety, I went to Lover's Lane Seen a couple kiss and then blew out the brother's brain I feel the world's against me and the women are so dirty I hate women today because my mother used to hurt me I think I'm goin' crazy, doc, no longer can I hack it Please, doctor please, put me in a straight jacket "Ghetto Style" "Talk that shit" [Verse 2] A lady picked me up hitchikin', what a big mistake Several hours later, there's a body by the lake Walked into a train station, headed towards the back Caught a flashback, and pushed a man right on the track I'm in my darkroom inside my house; that is deserted Developin' the photo of a ho that I just murdered I took a walk one night because I wanted to get out I stepped outside, I paused, and I was back inside my house Called up plenty doctors; told 'em all about my health My phone just plays a dial tone; I'm talkin' to myself Snap back to reality, at least that's what I thought Runnin' from the spirits of the bodies I just caught I can't escape this hell I'm in, not even in my dreams I cover both my ears, because I'm sick of hearin' screams I've been a mental case since I was in the seventh grade Stabbed another student, licked his blood off of my blade I got two personalities inside, sometimes they battle When I look at my picture, all I see is scribble scrabble I feel I'm really losin' it, I need to write to Abby The characters on TV try to reach right out and grab me I always hear somebody talkin' bout they gonna do me But I listen again and it's those voices talkin' to me You heard of shadowboxin'? I see mine and then attack it Please, doctor please, put me in a straight jacket "Ghetto Style" "Talk that shit"