Treatment

The world is twisted and is fucking upsetting me
My psychiatrist says he understand, but I know he's not getting me
If he did he wouldn't keep giving me these pills
The ones that tells me to go on a rampage and motherfucking kill

Shove a flashlight up that motherfucker's ass
So when I blow his head off, I can see his past
Baal schooled me on these fools and told me what to do
Grab a machete and a three- fifty seven, he said fuck a crew

No worries of bitching, cause ain't no snitches
Blow his fucking chest open and the body we're ditching
One fool jumped and his head went missing
Another round and your ass, you were kissing

I IS ME and Baal, hahaha, now have bitches quartered
We have blood running like got dam water
Baal looked on the carcasses of the fucking sheep
He said, "let's burn the bones and eat the meat"

Baal and me, we both feed off the dead
Like pig's ears, we're ripping gristle off motherfuckers head
Fucking dicks and snouts are the only thing we throw out
We picked up some pussy and crammed it back into my mouth

Hahaha my therapist asked what do you consider a nice dream
Hell I 'm standing in a graveyard listening to your ass scream
The moon would be shining oh so bright
If it wasn't for the crickets, you would swear it was daylight

And there you are lying on the side of your grave
Your ass has been branded as Baal's fucking slave
But that brand in both hands is just the beginning
Let's take it to the point of really fucking sinning

Lying there besides your grave
There's two motherfuckers and one can't be saved
The bottom of that hole, is lined with charcoal
I'm gonna set that ass on fire and free your soul

I need to find out why were you helping my demons
Sitting behind that desk pretending that you didn't hear the screaming
The ripping, the pain, you're to blame
It's your fucking pills that's driving motherfuckers insane

But I'm gonna listen to the pills, one last time
After removing your flesh, I'm gonna find your mind
Does it reside in your heart or brain
Or is it your dick that determines the sane

It doesn't matter, with just a scalpel
I'm removing everything including clavicle and scapula
The intricate feces that determine species
That sick kind of shit that shows I am me

Taking your ass to the point of no fucking pain
The nerve ending have died, some would call you derange
To see you lying there without a strip of flesh
Knowing after this barbcue, we're giving your ass a test

Muscles and fat is greedily devoured
Tendon and cartilage suck on for hours
When I'm finished with your ass, there wont be nothing but bones
And that is when Baal can take your dog ass home