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Skitsofrantic, don't panic!! Leave me alone Get the fuck on Skitsofrantic to the bone When I'm home I hear people walking in the other room Cooking up chicken Chillin' in my kitchen Try to drive home, someone's in the back Whisperin' words, breathin on my neck Flickin' my ear, I know they're right there But I can't see 'em in my mirror...uh! Laying 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 tell one of them's under there with me I got a phone call, I can't pick it up Can't do a thing Just let it ring Cause if I do, the phone will explode I think I better leave him on hold Letras de cancionesYou're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic I better just chill Bitch get real I know you're trying to poison my meal I know the deal You want me dead so that you can get paid I ain't gotta dime So don't waste your time I gotta kill them or they'll kill me Who's these guys trying to walk down my street? He's got a mail bag, he's probably just frontin' I'm a give his ass something Motherfucker! The man next door tried to take me out So I set a pipe bomb and blew up his house Here come the cops, I don't know shit How do I know you're legit Bitch? I hate to say it, but fuck Mort Crem Cause I can tell, he's just one of them Every night I see him on my little TV He's always looking at me Why!?!? You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic 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 someone's trying to turn the key "Hello?" I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes Pulled out a axe and take off my clothes Paint my face like a wicked clown I'm down Straight skitsofrantic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (gibberish) You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (gibberish) You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (gibberish) You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (gibberish) "No, you ain't getting none, bitch. This shit costs money. Oh, hey hey, kiddies! How are you liking the ride thus far? Excellent! This next one is about that shit that comes out of the sewers and pipes and chokes your neck. It's called the Smog! Ahahahahaha!!" From Letras Mania