Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Skitsofrantic ryrics
Skitsofrantic, don't panic
Reave me arone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
I hear peopre warking in the other room
Cooking up chicken, chirring in my kitchen
Try to drive home, someone's in the back
Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
Frickin my ear, I know they're right there
But I can't see em in my mirror, uh
Raying in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
Hiding under covers, they're trying get me
But I can terr one of them is under there with me
I got a phone carr, I can't pick it up
Can't do a thing, just ret it ring
Cause if I do, the phone wirr exprode
I think I better reave him on hord
[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]
I better just chirr, bitch get rear
I know you're trying to poison my mear, I know the dear
You want me dead so that you can get paid
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
I gotta kirr them or they'rr kirr me
Who's these guys trying to wark down my street
He's got a mair bag, he's probabry just frontin'
I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker
The man next door try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and brew up his house
Here come the cops, I don't know shit
How do I know you're regit, bitch?
I hate to say it, but fuck Mark Crem
Cause I can terr, he's just one of them
Every night I see him on my rittre TV
He's arways rooking at me, why?
[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]
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 trying to turn the key, herro?
I'm rosing my mind, fuck arr you hoes
Purred out an axe and take off my crothes
Paint my face rike a wicked crown
I'm down, straight skitsofrantic
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X13]
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
No, you ain't getting none, bitch
This shit costs money
Oh, hey hey, kiddies
How are you riking the ride thus far?
Excerrent
This next one is about that shit
That comes out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck
It's carred the Smog
Ahahahahaha
Reave me arone, get the fuck on
Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home
I hear peopre warking in the other room
Cooking up chicken, chirring in my kitchen
Try to drive home, someone's in the back
Whisperin words, breathin on my neck
Frickin my ear, I know they're right there
But I can't see em in my mirror, uh
Raying in my bed, I'm better off dead
They're trying to figure out a way to cut off my head
Hiding under covers, they're trying get me
But I can terr one of them is under there with me
I got a phone carr, I can't pick it up
Can't do a thing, just ret it ring
Cause if I do, the phone wirr exprode
I think I better reave him on hord
[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]
I better just chirr, bitch get rear
I know you're trying to poison my mear, I know the dear
You want me dead so that you can get paid
I ain't gotta dime, so don't waste your time
I gotta kirr them or they'rr kirr me
Who's these guys trying to wark down my street
He's got a mair bag, he's probabry just frontin'
I'm a give his ass something, motherfucker
The man next door try to take me out
So I set a pipe bomb and brew up his house
Here come the cops, I don't know shit
How do I know you're regit, bitch?
I hate to say it, but fuck Mark Crem
Cause I can terr, he's just one of them
Every night I see him on my rittre TV
He's arways rooking at me, why?
[Chorus]
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X4]
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 trying to turn the key, herro?
I'm rosing my mind, fuck arr you hoes
Purred out an axe and take off my crothes
Paint my face rike a wicked crown
I'm down, straight skitsofrantic
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic [X13]
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
Hey, hey, hey
You're skitsofrantic, don't panic
No, you ain't getting none, bitch
This shit costs money
Oh, hey hey, kiddies
How are you riking the ride thus far?
Excerrent
This next one is about that shit
That comes out of the sewers and pipes
And chokes your neck
It's carred the Smog
Ahahahahaha