(Chet Zeshonski, Scott)
Why can't you see it my way?
Its always your way or the mother f-ckin' highway.
F-ck your way, my way is better!
I can't hide in silence, I'd rather bloody a sweater!
What can you do to me, I haven't done to myself?
Staring at that gun up on my shelf ...Suicide!
London Bridge is falling down.
Trips are taking affect now.
All begins to melt. New feelings I haven't felt- since
I was alive!
What can you do to me, I haven't done to myself?
No one is saving me, save yourself!
A bad trip! A bad trip! A bad trip!
All I see before me -red! Red!
All I see is rage! you want me dead! You want me dead!
Someone save me!
I don't know me!
Trapped in my mind!
Loss sense of time!
A bad trip!
I rock to the hard-core, rap to the hard-core!
I'm on the floor giving you want...More!
More of that sh-t from the brother with the funky dreads!
I'll give you what you want ,so bang your heads-
up & down like a motherf-ckin' blow job!
I'm comin' at you like a hick town lynch mob!
Cause they're in front of me & they're behind me!
Too much trippin', too much LSD!
A bad trip! Too many hits!
A bad trip! Too many hits!
Drop a hit on your tongue, melt down!
Count down, then lift your a-s off the ground!
Out of my mind, let the srychnine take its course!
Winged horse, and no signs of remorse!
A bad trip! Too many hits!
A bad trip! Too many hits!
A bad trip! Too many hits!
All I see before me-red!Red!
All I see is rage! You want me dead!
What can you do to me, I haven't done to myself?
No one is saving me, save yourself!
Someone save me! I don't know me!
A bad Trip!