They call me a pshyco because i get joy out of pain,
but when i give shots back the feeling aint the same,
My daily medication is a poke in my shoulder,
I see more weird things in a day than Scully and Mulder,
Would i trade my life, nahh not even for a million bucks,
but i'll trade it for a box of bullets so what the fuck,
my intentions are not to kill though, thats not why im here,
I took a step in this game and in every man struck fear.