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Oh hey! (hey!)
What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)
[TK]
No semi-automatic, I'm in a straight jacket, strapped to the strech bed and yelling obscenities like "fucking faggots!", I'm out of my head! I'm like a predator, hunter, crazed Senator, junker, I'm dead to her, mother fucker! The doctors are mockers, cock blockers, kicking me around like it's soccer, go go loco like Shaka, I'm hopped up like a Rasta monstah, celebrating Kwanza, ripping guts like spaghetti pasta! I'm crazy, just hazy in the brain, I'm insane, these bars my domain, chains on my wrists are changing into fists. Scream and plead, "DEAR GOD LET ME OUT!", but that's not me, that is he, my cellmate's in hell, mate, I go mad, I'm bad, it's a rad fad, I'm not complaining, but elating and grating and saying I'm crazy, hey yeah!
[Chorus]
Oh hey! (hey!)
What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)
[TK]
I'm a whack job, an odd job, a screw ball, a loose nut, off the wall- "what the fuck?!" I'm like Poe, "nevermore", a foe, and ignore, I'm sore, I restore gore, explore postwar, swore to adore, roar like a dinosaur! Mesozoic, Cenozoic, Shizophrenic, me to kill it, membrane, my brain, I'm insane, I'm proud to go scary, flaring, amazed, this is no phase, you're delayed when I'm paid to shoot, shot, loot, rob, I'm TK and like TNT, dynamite and pyrite, a flame? KABANG! Add magnesium like venom, a victim on valiums, high on helium, snorting sulfur, mother fucker, it's blitz, crits, gifted, ballistic, malicious, precision, hilarious, caliginous, incision, decisions, my mission of delusion and shooting and whooshing, no cushion, this hard shit, the solution of proving it's blooming and booming and-!
[Chorus]
Oh hey! (hey!)
What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)
[TK]
The sanctum's sank, sanctuary in evacuating, jailburgs my neighbors, prisoners look over here and gander at me cracking, crack a lacking, Jack O' Lantern, I'm cut up, carved and scarred, barred and charred, shraphnel frag lighting fags to metamorphic jagged rocks, impaled and set sail, dropping hail, rain of ale, ooh fan mail, oh sorry, Marty from Missouri, but this is it? Trash. I gash and mash, sprinkle a dash of pain into the works of hurt, here's a flash of dirt, assert, cause a prison break misses the plate, (Fill it up!)
[Chorus]
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What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)
[TK]
Hi, my name's Timothy, (HI TIMOTHY...), I'm an S.O.B., call me TK, (HI TK...), and I'm of delinquency, a sequence of high frequency, inconsistently listing off people of my bucket list to eradicate, annihilate, delate and terminate! I'm just a bit off my top like a broke lock and that clock off that ticked tocked through this rehab mishap, incapped my kneecap, none ya bees wax, it's these quacks in here; "Will the real Jim Brady please stand up?", it's like electrifying, terrifying, this wonderful lordy land of it all, it's in my head man, full of dead men, this can't stand, it's the brand, so fuck this, man, damn rehab! It does nothing, I'll put up an act and act all Mister Fred Rogers and Ned Flanders and have matters, but be whacked up backwards, and have damaged grammar, drop the hammer and jam 'er, 'er I mean this, it's all in good fun, so let's blow the cap off this gun and rock this and stun!
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Oh hey! (hey!)
What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)
Oh hey! (hey!)
What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)
Oh hey! (hey!)
What's up?! (sup?!)
Look at me! (me!)
I'm mental! (mental!)