Straight Jacket

[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"