Skitsofrantic Lyrics - The Terror Wheel - Insane Clown Posse

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, chilling 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 is 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 

(Chorus) 

You're skitsofrantic, don't panic (X4) 

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 try 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 Mark 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? 

(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, hello? 

I'm losing my mind, fuck all you hoes 

Pulled out an axe and take off my clothes 

Paint my face like a wicked clown 

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 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