| Just leave me alone, get the fuck on
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| Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I’m home
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| I hear people walking in the other room
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| Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen
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| Try to drive home, someone’s in the back
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| Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
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| Flickin my ear, I know they’re right there
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| But I can’t see em in my mirror, uh
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| Laying in my bed, I’m better off dead
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| They’re trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
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| Hiding under covers, they’re trying get me
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| But I can tell one of them is under there with me
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| I got a phone call, I can’t pick it up
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| Can’t do a thing, just let it ring
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| Cause if I do, the phone will explode
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| I think I better leave him on hold
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| Skitsofrantic
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («the commissioner has, uh»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («Bent over backwards, uh, literally»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («In the last several weeks, in attempting to resolve»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («Uh, this, uh, impasse»)
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| I better just chill, bitch, get real
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| I know you’re trying to poison my meal, I know the deal
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| You want me dead so that you can get paid
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| I ain’t gotta dime, so don’t waste your time
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| I gotta kill them or they’ll kill me
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| Who’s these guys trying to walk down my street?
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| He’s got a mail bag, he’s probably just frontin'
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| I’m a give his ass something, motherfucker
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| The man next door try to take me out
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| So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house
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| Here come the cops, I don’t know shit
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| How do I know you’re legit, bitch?
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| I hate to say it, but fuck Mort Crim
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| 'Cause I can tell, he’s just one of them
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| Every night I see him on my little TV
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| He’s always looking at me, why?
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («do anything about it»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («We're going to take action now, we can’t wait»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («The police is attempting to make a point»)
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| Sittin' in my room, everything’s dark
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| I think I heard somebody fart
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| Now how can this be? |
| Ain’t nobody home but me
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| And somebody’s trying to turn the key, hello?
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| I’m losing my mind, fuck all you hoes
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| Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes
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| Paint my face like a wicked clown
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| I’m down, straight skitsofrantic
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («The officer who «)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («slow down continue»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («And then, a new virus suddenly appeared»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («They called it the blue flu»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («It reached epidemic proportions»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («Only among police»)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («They called it «)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| («There was talk of national guard «)
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| I’m a, I’m a, think I, I’m a
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| I’m a, I’m a, think I, I’m a
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| (I'm a, I’m a, think I, I’m a)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| (I'm a, I’m a, think I, I’m a)
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| Hey, hey, hey
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| You’re skitsofrantic, don’t panic
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| (Lemme get some.)
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| No, you ain’t getting none, bitch
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| This shit costs money
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| (Psst. Willaby. Willaby)
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| Oh, hey, hey, kiddies
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| How are you liking the ride thus far?
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| Excellent
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| This next one is about that shit
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| That comes out of the sewers and pipes
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| And chokes your neck
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| It’s called «The Smog»
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| Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! |