Mental
[Verse 1: Donnie Menace]
They say I'm going batshit, because I like to beat the shit out of people until they're half dead with a bat bitch
Fridge full of body parts wrapped in plastic
Got a sharpened inverted cross for stabbing Catholics
I'm a nasty bastard with nasty habits
Humans are pollution and I'm Captain Planet
Wanna know what made me act so rampant?
A hood rat gave me gonorrhea so I clapped a ratchet
If it's half dead or bloody I have to have it
Have to kidnap them and never grant them access
See music's what I love but I have more passions
Torture to me is art and I have to practice
Darkness it has just caught me and has not let go for years as I follow the black sun
Hide but you can't run, call for your backup
You're destined to be parts stored in my baggage

[Pre-Chorus: Donnie Menace]
They say I'm Looney like the Tunes and my tunes are looney
In other words you could say that I'm delusional
I'm just a product of what society's doing to me
You'll be a product of what I'ma do to you
[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental

[Verse 2: White Cheddar]
Shit, piss, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tits, fart, turd, and twat, I'm a dirty wop
I got a schnoz that can sniff you out from thirty blocks
And my motherfucking piss stream is burning hot
I don't take compliments well, all I give is hate
My stomach hurts, I got a real big shit to take
I never sympathize, I don't commiserate
I joke about stillborns, AIDS, crack, and prison rape
I'm not mad I'm just bored and I love to curse
Before I die I really wanna fuck a nun in church
An old bat, one who looks like Mrs. Butterworth
Place your bets, who the fuck you think is cumming first?
It's so nice but wrong if it goes right
She's smelly but so tight, I'm blowing my load twice
Spreading my seed got her screaming "oh Christ"
Better keep it or you'll burn in Hell, pro life
[Pre-Chorus: Donnie Menace]
They say I'm Looney like the Tunes and my tunes are looney
In other words you could say that I'm delusional
I'm just a product of what society's doing to me
You'll be a product of what I'ma do to you

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental

[Verse 3: Omega Quez]
I don't give no fuck that's how it's always been
Since I was ten I was too mean to try to make friends
Cracking jokes on different folks just to make myself laugh
Hurting people feelings is cool, I got it from my dad
And it makes the time pass when I get bored
For sport, I trip on people at convenient stores
It's not like I do it innocent, so look at me man
It's personal fun dawg, I love to cause a scene
And if you got a girl that you're trying to make your wife
Don't bring her around me on one of your bad nights
Cause I'ma spit to her, I'ma see if the game tight
And she gon' holler back just to get your mind right
Or probably just to piss you off, bet the time's perhaps
It don't matter to me dawg I'ma play her to the max
Just to make your attitude crack, because for a good ass laugh or I'm ready to scrap
[Verse 4: James Joyce]
Rotten scoundrels, bunch of low-lifes
Dedicate our whole life to fucking with your life
Beat epileptics with chrome pipes and have 'em tied to a chair to wake up in front of a strobe light
Heard home's where the heart is
So now my palm's dripping blood from ripping hearts out the homeless
Excess hate, I personally hope you get raped and tagged online with a link to the sex tape
Dressed like a plumber in hospice full of drugs
Ready to drain some lives when I pull the plug
Idiots from CT to insidious Sin City busy mixing the hideous with silly shit
Really sick profound sounds off these compilations
Awkward as downtown offies
I rap to fuck the world and excite creeps
You best get used to it like your wife's queef

[Pre-Chorus: Donnie Menace]
They say I'm Looney like the Tunes and my tunes are looney
In other words you could say that I'm delusional
I'm just a product of what society's doing to me
You'll be a product of what I'ma do to you

[Chorus: Donnie Menace]
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental
I'm mental, mental
Mental, mental

[Outro]
He's black, go on
He's bald, go on
Dude check out, they're fighting for the streets
Ball like Carpenter, Tom
Get 'em
You look fine, now go on away from 'round here