Inpatient
By
Ren, Chris Webby
Album
Madhouse
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♪ Yeeahhh-ah-aaah ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Ooooh yeah-ah-ah ♪
♪ Ooo ooo ooo ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooooo ♪
♪ Yeah-eh-eh-eh-ahh-eh ♪
ATTENTION ALL INPATIENTS!
THERE'S BEEN AN ESCAPE!
EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR FUCKING CELLS NOW!!!!
Yeah
See, me and Ren came to bring the place down
Off in this madhouse I make my way 'round
My marbles all gone, they lost and ain't found
This rubber room's home, the halls my playground
We them loony bin prisoners, fulla piss and the vinegar
And plans to make it out the perimeter
So I left a guard's throat slit to steal his outfit
And slipped away quick
And dipped out with the visitors
Dipped with a visitor's pass past the guards
Bypass alarms, master-class escape artist
Flipping the light switch, pandemonium hits
It's Sick Boi and the Web
Real twisted kids that grew up
Two misfits, but shucks, the shoe fits
So we cook up hits for mad lunatics
'Cause a sick, sick world needs some sick music
And the Sick Boi, Webby, we do produce it
ALL GUARDS REPORT IN NOW!!
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL!!!
[Oh-ah-oh]
[So everybody gather 'round]
[Oh-ah-oh]
[It's the greatest show in town]
[Oh-ah-oh]
[And when the voices get too loud]
[Oh-ah-oh]
[Just come on down]
Welcome to the Madhouse
Trapped in a cell inside of myself
So bar for bar I out-bar, bar low health, I
Feel nothing, I just wanna feel something
Let me demonstrate my method
Of spontaneous combustion
I bust in, concussed with adrenaline rushing
Pick up the whole world
Bench press like it's nothing
Fuck 'em, struck uppercut, head butt 'em
Where's the buttons on this straitjacket, Webby?
We them loose-screwed inpatients
We twisted, impatient
Gifted with skills
Afflicted with greatness
Both a bit sick
And shit is contagious
That's why we're locked in cells down in the basement
We ain't never seen no kinda shit
Like Ren & Webby did it
All you other rappers
Gotta find a way to level with it
Someone crack a window
We about to let the devil in it
'Cause we don't run from the madness
We revel in it
RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES!
THEY'VE TAKEN OVER!
[Oh-ah-oh]
[So everybody gather 'round]
[Oh-ah-oh]
[It's the greatest show in town]
[Oh-ah-oh]
[And when the voices get too loud]
[Oh-ah-oh]
[Just come on down]
Well, I'm the king of prescriptions
A compound pharmacy
So place your bets, what side effects will ya get???
It's a mystery
The doctor says he'll cure me
With all these magic pills
They say these meds gone fix my head
But I don't think they will
Yeah, I still qualify as mentally ill
Me, too, get the meds and I'll snort 'em with the bill
Web, chill!
You gotta stop acting like a heathen
Plus you know the shit'll hit harder if you eat them
Either way, it's cool Ren
Really, I don't give a fuck
Let's run amuck till they lock us back up
Fuck that
Bad luck 'cause I'm fast as fuck
No catching up
They won't see me back in cuffs
I heard that
Fuck it, I'm lost, my mind's manic
Fried, frantic, I'm cooked
But sly and dynamic
As the world burns, fuck it
We're doing it live, dammit
Till we go down like the band on the Titanic
