I put mics to bed With the dark stories I said Hangin with the dead Man with a chopped of head Sayin I need to get off those meds But I said I just wanna kill Because I love the thrills So hand me those pills I start to get those chills Crawlin up my spine Nine dead guys With severed limbs Police found them in the garbage bin So I had to kill him and his friend Is this all in my mind Because I act kind From Time to time So maybe it’s the narcotics That are making me truly psychotic No feelings when I think of these things Maybe I’m robotic Mentally confused Freakin out when I see this on the news So this has to be true or it’s a possibility that it’s all me We will have to see