Mentally Fucked

Mentally Fucked

Intro:

Everyone constantly asks me
"Oh what happened to that happy little boy"
Years ago the little boy died
The innocent little boy is gone
He's completely changed
He's no longer a nice little innocent boy
So quit fucking asking

Verse 1: (Depression)

The constant session of depression
The linear aggression has taken, my facial expressions
I take discretion to my confessions
I've come to a cession from my suppression
The possession of compression
On my expressions are the question
This rap session is full of complicated aggression
The bull session of health professions
Are not following a transgression progression
It's a transferred possession of expressions
The decompression of sense impression
Is full of shitty fucking "progression"
Pressin' buttons on your professions
For the prediction of cash making sessions
In an instant we need to come to a confession
That the "line of succession" is missin'
The actual regression of the system
Is completely inconsistent this instant
The learned "profession" is causing repossession
Possessing the festering citizens and it ain't helpin'

Chorus:

Everyone wants to know
What happened to that little boy
That always used to grow
But see his emotions were toyed
Until he was finally bestowed
It threw him into an emotionless void
Until the true ways were showed
And eventually his feelings were destroyed
X2

Verse 2: (Anger)

Now my anger has gotten the best of me
Hang you with a fucking coat hanger in the hangar
You hangin' around, callin' my a fucking clown
Down in the dumps, angry motherfucker now
There ain't no way you're calmin' me down
Clamp down the rules and have a ground-ing
Dumb-founding how you can anger me so much
Turnin' into ta masked face fucking strangler
I'm just gettin' angrier, and sinkin' like an anchor
Callin' me a fucking faker, the hag wait
The anger has set in more and more after I am depressed
I turn into a tanker, swagger strangler in anger ya
I'm a strange motherfucker yup
Come near me now motherfucker get fucked up
Muster up, the bravery to come to my anger tree
Try to calm me and comfort me
Shaking my dagger around stupidly
Say I am a cancer to society, I'm wired G
You dare fire me, stab you with a dagger
Mess with me please, don't mess with me please, angrily

Chorus:

Everyone wants to know
What happened to that little boy
That always used to grow
But see his emotions were toyed
Until he was finally bestowed
It threw him into an emotionless void
Until the true ways were shows
And eventually his feelings were destroyed
X2

Verse 3: (OCD)

Eventually, my OCD get's the best of me
Takin' the words out of my mouth, angrily
Fixing what I'm doing for a salary
Takes the enjoyment out of my daily routine
Taking the fun out of everything
Not being able to concentrate on a damn team
Ain't lettin' my true self esteem gleam
As I am constantly annoyed by me OCD
Please, it may seem a little strange to you
But don't feed these diseases, I beg you please
Don't depress or anger me, don't tap my OCD
Either, it's constantly buggin' me
Pluckin' the hairs I have left on my damn head
I said see the way day and I live without this please
I need a little help with these
I'm more unstable then a falling down scree
Fall down mentally and scrap my mental knee
Take out my brain and thinking keys
So let me please, escape from the deadly diseases
I'm seepin' the way to defeat these things. Depression, Anger, OCD

Outro:

Now there, you fuckin' happy
You waned to know what happened
Well there you fuckin' go
I can't take it anymore
Figure the rest out yourself
Since you've been blinded for so long
Maybe know, you'll finally understand