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Men Of Vision - Skitsofrantic lyrics
Skitsofrantic, don't panic
 Leave me alone, get the fuck on
 Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
 I hear people walking in the other room
 Cooking up chicken, chilling in my kitchen
 Try to drive home, someone's in the back
 Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
 Flickin my ear, I know they're right there
 But I can't see em in my mirror, uh
 Laying in my bed, I'm better off dead
 They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
 Hiding under covers, they're trying get me
 But I can tell one of them is under there with me
 I got a phone call, I can't pick it up
 Can't do a thing, just let it ring
 Cause if I do, the phone will explode
 I think I better leave him on hold
 (Chorus)
 You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (X4)
 I better just chill, bitch get real
 I know you're trying to poison my meal, I know the deal
 You want me dead so that you can get paid
 I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
 I gotta kill them or they'll kill me
 Who's these guys trying to walk down my street
 He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'
 I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker
 The man next door try to take me out
 So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house
 Here come the cops, I don't know shit
 How do I know you're legit, bitch?
 I hate to say it, but fuck Mark CremMen Of Vision - Skitsofrantic - http://motolyrics.com/men-of-vision/skitsofrantic-lyrics.html
 Cause I can tell, he's just one of them
 Every night I see him on my little TV
 He's always looking at me, why?
 (Chorus)
 You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (X4)
 Sittin in my room, everything's dark
 I think I heard somebody fart
 Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me
 And somebody's trying to turn the key, hello?
 I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes
 Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes
 Paint my face like a wicked clown
 I'm down, straight skitsofrantic
 You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (X13)
 Hey, hey, hey
 You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
 Hey, hey, hey
 You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
 Hey, hey, hey
 You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
 No, you ain't getting none, bitch
 This shit costs money
 Oh, hey hey, kiddies
 How are you liking the ride thus far?
 Excellent
 This next one is about that shit
 That comes out of the sewers and pipes
 And chokes your neck
 It's called the Smog
 Ahahahahaha








