Like Tyrets Syndrone victims i 'spit shit' at every chance,
My mouth released profanities sit and watch as i advance,
At a glance, this rap game for sucess and higher finance,
Money got me actin funny, heads spinning like a break dance,
Round and round, pop an asprin, paracetamol and pills,
The shit begins, under my skin, tylynol and fluid spills,
My friend died or was he killed? i couldn't get the carpet clean,
Put the whole thing in quick cycle, broke the wash machine,
I think i've lost my spleen, if you've seen it please return it,
Lost a bag of 'green' so i rolled up the grass and burnt it,
When its lit, i take my hit, hissy fit upon the floor,
Drove a car without a permit sped to the club and killed a whore,
Another hit, shit; I don't remember anymore?
Is that the paranoia kicking in? is that the pow..lice at my door?
Is someone trying to kill me? do they know i did some more?
Drugs and liqour got me off quicker than any man at a flicker
Down a pint of hennesey and i end up feeling sicker
Then a vicar with one leg sitting in a room full of muslims
Fuck this shit, I'm off to bed, to sleep before the floor spins.