I Hear Voices

[MF Grimm]
Tossing, turning, dreams of murder, someone's killing me
It changes, there's nights I'm on a killing spree
All done, cold blood, waking up in cold sweats
This is such a cold world, unconscious getting death threats
Shadows choking me
My last breath lets out my body, it's a conspiracy
My mind and my body's not really down with me
Me against the whole world? It's a little deeper
Me against my self? I fight the Grim Reaper
Swing sickle, I got my Glock bust rounds off
Demented, schizophrenic, I know this sounds off to you
I do not lie, when I doze off spirits hope I die, whatever
Angels waste the time, they work together
Scheme and plot on me, 'cause I'm the son of man
I hear voices from a dog like Son of Sam
Don't give a damn if the bullets fill me
I don't wanna live, I hope they kill me
Put me out my misery, I live in misery
I kill all my enemies, 'cause I love company
Those who seek me are called wise men
Or either wise-guys, I pray you comprehend
And realize I'm condemned

No rest, homicidal dreams
My cellmate, all he do is scream
Out loud how he wants to go home
That's funny, I'm here all alone
Locked, in a single cell
His back's bleeding, he's cold as hell
And I'm hoping they turn on some heat
I call the C.O. to bring some extra sheets
"Where'd he go?" he walk through walls
Run halls, I pray "Teach me"
They don't see him at the health they try to reach me
I said "Please see how he feels"
They said, "He's alright, but he's not real"
Evaluations say I suffer from depression
Hallucinations, self-creations, what they're guessin'
I'm here doing years, I'm stressin'
Medicate me, sedate me, want me to rest and
Don't take it 'cause he said that won't be best and
He said I need his help and he needs me
"Nigga, you walk through walls, go home you're free"

Home, that was far and he was turned off
'Cause his wings was burned off
A lesson was learned, communicate with one
I was chosen 'cause I'm God's son

[MF Doom]
And I'm the retarded one!
(*sings*) Out in the streets
You won't survive with, wack-ass beats ("We can see that!")
These days and times
Watch as we get ours with rhymes

To my Metal Face bros with stomachs of cast-iron
Who been in to win and blast to the last siren
On the slow-mo, the calm artist with the so-so chick
Chased them all like how he did to Slobodan Milošević
Anyhoo, how 'bout them Yankees?
Once I leave off-stage, the party people thanks mee's
If I may speak freely
Nasty like the freaky-deeky at your local sleazy speak-easy
For any fan of the limelight
In the mic stand was left a lit stick of dynamite
It's risky business like hand-to-hand crack sale
With rappers who's better off on the cover of Black Tail
Jumpin Jehosaphat, who's that?
Who cats who do magic be like, "Tell me how you do's that"
Heck, no! Especially those who cop pleas like gecko
Let go the mic, do techno
Haha! Betcha bust out laughing at the bet
For no reason, he get cussed out like Tourettes
Yet tight flow to make her bad-ass stutter
Or even crack a smile from a mad fast cutter
Butter, word play since third grade age
Back when we used to play "Bang! Open bird cage"
Hip-hop Benny Hill, sip Henny straight
Get every penny weighed, then he chill
At any rate, my metal-face hoes with tongue or least eye ring
Do yourself, I will continue to do my thing
Like Kung-Fu fighting, everybody was biting
And the super-villain strike again like lightning
In the same spot *Bzzz!* — now, what's the chance of that?
And a name-drop like pick a name out the hat
That's a no jiver from the liver conniver
Who vote players out the rap game like Survivor
While I drop degrees like a nerd cat
With intended speech from way back
And spin on your back and then freeze
While I play high-ball, low-ball to zero
So-called rhymers — go call Cleo
While I steal the show like "Thought so, try hiking"
Super-duper stars need Ortho-TriCylin
Sometimes the men, mostly from the women
I hear voices saying that's the super-villain
(Uhh, I hear voices)
Mostly from the women, I hear voices... super-villain