Give me some lithium,
perscribe me rittalin,
lock me and loony bin,
straight jacket strap me in,
hearin voices again, its charlie manson,
speakin Islamic, and hes tellin me to kill a man.
He tell me trust him, fuck the cut he sees my custle spran,
its for life, and its him laughin when I meet my end,
damn, somebody help me get this blood off of my hands,
I try and wipe it off but it keeps reappearin.
Somebody get my momma, somebody bring me preacher, I need a meat cleaver, na na I need Jesus.
Charlie say he dont see us, im trapped here with the demon,
I pray everyday, but it seems I get the silent treatment.
So im here frequent, decently I dont need him,
but I want to get wet, femus evil genius,\
was decent as a fetus, but when momma delivered,
ill get serial killers take your souls with nine miller.
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Thanks to (Matthew Moncada) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 17, 2008

Thanks to (Garrett Bailey) for correcting these lyrics. Feb 21, 2008

Thanks to (andrew) for correcting these lyrics. May 27, 2008