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from The Terror Wheel

"Skitsofrantic" is track #3 on the album The Terror Wheel. It was written by Bruce, Joseph / Clark, Mike E..
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Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

Just leave me alone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
I hear people walkin' in the other room
Cookin' up chicken, chillin' in my kitchen
Try to drive home, someone's in the back
Whisperin' words, breathin' on my neck
Flickin' my ear, I know they're right there
But I can't see 'em in my mirror

Layin' in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're tryin' to figure out a way to cut off my head
Hidin' under covers, they're tryin' to get me
But I can tell one of them is under there with me
I got a phone call, I can't pick it up
Can't do a thing, just let it ring
'Cause if I do, the phone will explode
I think I better leave him on hold

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

I better just chill, bitch, get real
I know you're tryin' to poison my meal, I know the deal
You want me dead so that you can get paid
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
I gotta kill them or they'll kill me
Who's these guys trynna walk down my street
He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin'
I'm a give his ass somethin', motherfucker

The man next door try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house
Here come the cops, I don't know shit
How do I know you're legit, bitch
I hate to say it but fuck Mark Crem
'Cause I can tell he's just one of them
Every night I see him on my little TV
He's always lookin' at me, why?

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

Sittin' in my room, everything's dark
I think I heard somebody fart
Now how can this be, ain't nobody home but me
And somebody's trynna turn the key, hello
Losin' my mind, fuck all you hoes
Pulled out a axe and take all my clothes
Paint my face like a wicked clown
I'm down, straight skitsofrantic

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic
Just skitsofrantic, don't panic

No, you ain't getting none, bitch
Shit costs money
Oh, hey hey, kiddies
How are you liking the ride thus far?
Excellent, this next one is about that shit
That comes out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck, it's called the smog

Songwriters
BRUCE, JOSEPH / CLARK, MIKE E.

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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