Anxiety Attack - Intellectual

[Intro: Chuckklez]

When I was seventeen I sold my soul to the devil

'Cause I couldn't fucking stand around my life at this level

I'm always having anxiety filling up inside of me

From all this fucking oppression and this stupid-ass reality

I can't even think straight, I can't even eat

I always feel like shit and I haven't slept-in for a week

This industry is getting worse, I feel I'm 'bout to fucking burst

You better put me in a straitjacket, about to go berserk

[Verse 1: Chuckklez]

I feel like I've been falling in the flaming pits of hell

From this god damn society that never does well

It took away my dignity and it took away my sanity

The only things it gave me wеre sadness to anxiety

I havе no family and I got no friends

They always like to spit on me for no fucking reason

And think I'm just a freak that doesn't deserve the praise

So they made my life miserable and left me on the concrete

And all of a sudden in my head my brain started to crack

And all my anger started to fill up, I feel I'm 'bout to snap

So I'm searching for this shithead, whoever made my life miserable

And what I'm 'bout to do to him is not gonna be reasonable

I wrote all their names down, one-by-one

I started with my ex-girlfriend, I'm gonna have some fun

I sneaked around her house again, burst in through her window

Stabbing her repeatedly like a fucking sicko

Her eyes are rolling back again, her body was getting cold

Then I chopped her fucking head off and I'm gonna burn your home

Now I marked her off the list, only a hundred more to go

Homicide and suicide and my mind is starting to grow

These voices in my head already told me where these bitches at

So I got my hit-list and I'm gonna bring my favorite axe

So you motherfuckers better run and hide

'Cause I'm coming for your asses and I'm gonna take your lives

[Chorus: Chuckklez]

I'm going on a killing spree, you better run away from me

I'm going fucking crazy, dude, anxieties are killing me

Murder's the only thing that always keeps me relaxed

So you better watch your back when my anxiety attacks

I'm making these pussies bleed for everything they did to me

And now they just realized they shoulda never fucked with me

You better lock your doors 'cause I'm coming down your street

And you're on my fucking hit-list, so be prepared to be deceased

[Verse 2: Chuckklez]

I'm searching for my next victim, he used to be my friend

Then he stabbed me in the back and started screwing my old girlfriend

And now I finally found him on the streets with another bitch

I came out from the darkness, swung the axe into his fucking chin

He fell onto the ground and his bitch just started screaming

I sliced her fucking throat out, then her neck, one started bleeding

I'm laughing like a psycho 'cause I completely lost my sanity

Anxiety is kicking in, it's starting to drive me crazy

The only way to make it go away is when I kill

'Cause that's the only thing that helps, ain't taking lousy Nyquil pills

I'm tired of going to therapy 'cause that shit doesn't even help me

And the dude's a real dickhead, likes to make me fucking angry

So I bashed the faggot's head and I marked him off the list

Now there's only one more left who is about to be dismissed

And it's you who is next, and I'm right outside your door

So you better not answer or you're about to be a corpse