03/16/05 In this track, Diz gives you a sample of the voices that run through his head... And where he ends up because of them. Sho-Down on the beat.
The illest music you'll ever hear.
Lyrics
Beat: RockItProductions– Loony Bin
Verse I:
Now it started all the way back in the third grade
I was a little lad back then I used to play
Outside all day, with my friends waste time away
But shortly I’d begin to hear these voices that would say
Dizeazed, bow down to your knees
You’re gonna carry out every task I conceive
You’re gonna play every trick that I’ve got up my sleeve
And if not, you’ll soon find out how much you can bleed
Whoa!!! What the fuck was that!?
Flashback, I’m only ten, but my mind’s on crack
Nah kid it ain’t drugs it’s Mr Mean
The devil ate your soul, weren’t you fucking listening?
I want you to go into your house and get your cat
Then get a knife and take the skin off his back
I don’t think he’ll like that, I think I might cry
Bitch shut the fuk up and get your ass inside!
Chorus:
Some say I’m psycho some say I’m sick
I’ve got a disease and they don’t know what to call it
Some say insane, some say possessed
Either way I’m going to the loony bin nonetheless
Verse II:
Everyone’s in white jackets ontop of white robes
I’ve been in here for ten years now and it blows
I really think my skin has become bonded to my clothes
And the pills they got me popping give me a bloody nose
Now I’ll never expose the full truth to my shrink
They always try to pick my brain and make me think
But I don’t dare blink, I don’t even move
I make them think I got Rhabdophobia, but I don’t have a clue
What the fuck that means, but I do think
When I sleep, out of my left ear, my brain will leak
Out, when I’m dreaming of the worst nightmares
And I scream and I shout but nobody ever cares
They just run up the stairs and inject me
With some clear liquid that they say will protect me
But nothing can save you dizeazed cause I’m in your head
See that!? I’m not crazy you heard what her said
Chorus
Verse III:
Now I’ve become quite a veteran in these here stalls
I know the doctors, janitors and nurses that make calls
To the female patients husbands, who don’t love them
Who have affairs at night and during visits, hug them
I reek like plastic wrap and blend in with the halls
Shock therapy keeping the hair off of my balls
I’m done messing with the guards and breaking out into brawls
I’ve already left two gallons of bloodstains on the walls
But tonight’s the last night that I’m gonna take shit
Cause tonight I take flight out of the basement
As everybody’s sleeping, I’m creeping in the shadows
Past all the sleeping policemen
It’s least when they expect it, left neglected
So I’m sneaking out of this bitch undetected
So they go to check my room after they wake up (wait)
It was a dream, I’m still stuck in the loony bin!… Fuck!
Chorus
