that life fucking ends And then what will you have to show Not that much that's all I know. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU Are your mentally ill? WHAT'S
day that life fucking ends And then what will you have to show Not that much that's all I know. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU Are your mentally ill? WHAT
Pump It Uh Uh! Yo Pump It Uh! Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Pump It Uh!, Yo Pump It Uh Uh! Lick It, Dip It, Twist It, Turn It, Stick It, Dunk It
Gortex] Cause back to before zodiacs, sharpshooter, top of the pack I keep it poppin' like I'm thrown in Iraq Y'all know the cults back, the most hated
me talking, Doctor Rock. Lay down, turn around Here come the sister gonna strip you down Shut up, breathe in Lets have the address of your next of kin Chin up, shoulders back
mentally ill and i don't Understand all the reasons Well i think it's killin' season And neither does my schitzophrenic friends So therefore nigga due to my mental
north From Illadelphian reps to fly points across the map Bring it back to respond-react To bring it back to respond-react to this Verse One: Bad Lieutenant/ M-Ill
walk around with my brain on cock Cause it can't (can't) won't (won't) don't (don't) stop Hook Malik B (M-Ill-it-ant): My mentals in flame your brains
had no disguises,no verdicts,no alibis (Malik B) Look into my window,tell me what you see m-ill-i-tant school of philosophy when niggaz get dealt wit mental
Peter Pan Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber band, I be Sam, Sam I am And I dont eat green eggs and ham Style will hit ya, wham!, then goddamn You be like oh shit that's the jam Turn
: Mentally ill, please someone call a docta 911 it's emergency go get a doct. You(d')'on know by now boy dey call me waka flocka I got a bad habbit I
but he ain't ass fast as me Slip behind a trash can blasting watching his ass retreat Chrome is two turned bitch, I love this city heat Arsenal, blazin
of your own, nigga, Everybody's schemin' with the nature of a sinner, So I look inside myself to gather strength from the inner, I gots to fight back
Before becoming a runaway slave Here's a taste of mental slavery A backtrack You don't, you don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist
, I'ma spit what you can feel now I tell the truth so I guess I keep it real now You thought I was ill befo', now I'm ill now Come on with it, I can
, walk to your chair Pop is all you see and then occasionally stare at the teacher More, tune in to we're clockin' ya, lean back at this girl kept clockin