[Intro]
Whose idea was it that you come here, and what happened that ended up with your being here in the hospital?
Did he tell you why?
Klokwerk E
People dislike me because I am not completely like them
And in what way are you different?
Complete- completely like them
Have you any idea why?
Complete- completely like them
Why are you in the hospital in the first place?
Has anybody told you why?
[Verse 1: Billy D]
Depression, it's a hell of a drug
I slit my wrist and smoke the blood, it gets me higher than fuck
I wonder what twenty [?] milligram methadone does
'Cause when you're suicidal, it ain't really hard to have fun
You can't prosecute a dead man, God is my judge
But He's imaginary, so I doubt He cares what I've done
I punch kids in the face, steal they candy and run
I had sex with my cousin, she ain't told anyone
I make a plan to kill the president and didn't hide the evidence
I severed the head of the neighbor's pet and had sex with it
I'm a nut case, baby, I got nothin' to lose
I'll grab your hair and fuck face 'til you puke and I splooge
I got a kilo [?] I ain't fittin' to sell
Then cooked a huge crack rock, chopped it up into hell
Then didn't share it with my mama, I'ma have to be selfish
Took six BlueChews, then I blew out her pelvis
[Chorus: Kyle Kombs]
Depression, I wanna kill myself again
Depression, I wanna kill all of my friends
Depression, I wanna kill the doctor, too
You should probably kill me before I kill you
Depression, I wanna kill myself again
Depression, I wanna kill all of my friends
Depression, I wanna kill the doctor, too
You should probably kill me before I kill you
[Verse 2: Kyle Kombs]
Shit, my doctor said I'm impaired
I might stare at her tits if she's rockin' a nice pair
Three dyke hoes, they all look like Cher
I only got one dick, so they all just share
I'm in a box truck lookin' for a hot fuck
I need a cock suck while I cut my rock up
I bring the crack smoke to your family potluck
I'm finna blast one if you try to stop us
It's the Klokwerk, keep it wicked and proper
Your shit mid, but this shit's a knocker
Fuck how you feel, Klok keep it real
And it's still fuckin' [?], bitch, I piss on your [?]
I'm in a boat doin' coke with your mom's friends
Drop bombs on you con job cornbreads
She got that Bio-Dome, Pauly Shore head
Find me on the porch with a hand full of organs
[Chorus: Kyle Kombs]
Depression, I wanna kill myself again
Depression, I wanna kill all of my friends (Complete-)
Depression, I wanna kill the doctor, too
You should probably kill me before I kill you (Complete-)
Depression, I wanna kill myself again
Depression, I wanna kill all of my friends
Depression, I wanna kill the doctor, too
You should probably kill me before I kill you
[Verse 3: Billy D]
I'm a shaman witch doctor, sippin' ayahuasca
Smokin' on the herbs and burnin' sticks [?]
Acid rap and wicked shit that made your boy a monster
Drivin' while I'm drunk, about to wreck my flyin' saucer
Officer, please don't take me to jail
I was zoomin', I was zooted off of that fish scale
I was so fucked up, I was speakin' in braille
"License and registration, what's that smell?"
Uh, I don't know, could be the bodies in the trunk
Or the weed, or the funk, man, I probably hit a skunk
I don't know, what the fuck, why you all up on my nuts?
"I'm gonna need another unit to pull up"
Aw fuck, so I reach for his gun
Two to his chest, call it bullet hole lungs
Fuckin' with the Werk, you get your eulogy sung
Drivin' on the sidewalk, killin' people for fun
[Chorus: Kyle Kombs]
Depression, I wanna kill myself again
Depression, I wanna kill all of my friends
Depression, I wanna kill the doctor, too
You should probably kill me before I kill you
Depression
[Outro]
This influences my thinking and occasionally my action
And my psychiatrist has noticed this-
What has he noticed?
-Likes the actions and the thinking
And has decided that I should be here
