Something Wrong With Me

[Verse 1: BIG DRE']
Is there something really wrong with me, simply for the fact (fact) that I'm a banshee
No matter what a motherfucker think of me
From all the twisted licorice shit that I see
They beg and plead but they still die
Kinda turns me on to see blood fly
They try to run but they can't hide
On a treadmill at a stand-still
I'm so high
I do drunk
I need another shot my liver tore up
One more shot I'm like "throw up"
But if I up-chuck, slow watching motherfuckers head blow up
You still tough, over-cooked steak
I'ma give you a choice and a decision to make
And that's die fast or die slow
But eithеr way bitch you gon' die hoe
What you think I brought all this damn plastic for?
For you to bleed on while I speed homе?
Like and effortless TEC named Dexter homes
When the lights come on you'll be gone
This M.O.B. shit is so sick
Me and Bukshot's on like a mafia flick
You break bad to get broke quick
Put a hole in your head like quiet bitch

[Chorus: BIG DRE' & Bukshot]
There's something wrong with me
I still can't figure out why I feel the way I do and it makes me wanna shout
There's something wrong with me
Even I begin to doubt I got two loose screws
They don't, know what I'm about
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
I got two loose screws
They don't, know what I'm about

[Verse 2: Bukshot]
I need a power drill
Tighten up, heads loose
Netflix watching horror movies sipping Grey Goose
With Rob Zombie in the iPod
Victim in my basement and there's blood on his IZOD (hahahaha)
I promise you, they don't wanna know what's in my closet
My landlord finds out he's keeping my deposit
A banging ass Juggalette sleeping in my bed
And when she wakes up, the pretty bitch'll wish she's dead
I's a motherfucking weirdo and I'm proud to be
Walking with a big stick swinging screaming loudfuly
So all my haters round my way whose got it out for me
Stay up out my face if you ain't hurting, you's about to be

[Chorus: BIG DRE' & Bukshot]
There's something wrong with me
I still can't figure out why I feel the way I do and it makes me wanna shout
There's something wrong with me
Even I begin to doubt I got two loose screws
They don't, know what I'm about
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
I got two loose screws
They don't, know what I'm about

[Verse 3: BIG DRE']
These sane thoughts in my head like puzzle pieces arrange now (arrange now)
When they connect to form me that's when I come up with these deranged sounds
I'm hell-bound but heaven-sent
It's evident I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck)
They mention murder they mention pain (pain)
Every time they bring a motherfuckers name up
I'm a weirdo
I'm not like you (I'm a weirdo)
Cause what I do, is constantly say "fuck you"
Wiping blood off the window while I steer through this roadkill that's splattered, smeared under my wheels on the way home for a good meal
Bout to savor the taste of a good kill
The blood spill, wanna refill?

[Verse 4: Bukshot]
In a black V-neck T, fuck Abercrombie
You take me out this game, I'm coming back a fucking zombie
And since a kid, the scary movies I saw didn't haunt me
They actually turned me into a monster, don't you taunt me
And if it just so happens, that you and I get in a fight
I'm out for blood and it's hell-raising like a sinner bite
That means you're fucked with pen, then your life will end tonight
There's something wrong with me like Dracula, grin and bite

[Chorus: BIG DRE' & Bukshot]
There's something wrong with me
I still can't figure out why I feel the way I do and it makes me wanna shout
There's something wrong with me
Even I begin to doubt I got two loose screws
They don't, know what I'm about
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
There's something wrong
There's something wrong with me
I got two loose screws
They don't, know what I'm about