[Opening: Orifice Vulgatron]

Yes, yes, could you sit down please

Attach this to his arm

Hey! What's that smell?

It's your upper lip (I beg your pardon)

The medicines working (Correct)

I think

You smell like shit (Hey)

Yo Pavan! Yo Pavan! Where are you? (Over here) Pavan!

Yo Ebow! (Over here)

Yo! Ben! Where are you? (Over here)

[Verse 1: Ben Sharpa]

I was admitted to the clinic

Diagnosed with psychosis

Administered medics, sedatives and high doses

[?] in his bed Sharpa checked out his captain

My schitzophrenic alter ego friend I imagine

Asylum bound, trapped in rubber room fashion

Dressed down sway 'till they made straight jacket

Stopped talkin' to self soon as I got a roommate

Had that wrap type saran and cello tape

A Foreign Beggar, would never beg for an extra cent than he felt he deserved

When he melted and fused words

He rode the evil according to the rumors

A bipolar rhyme soldier with psycho maneuvers

One night we decided to form like Voltron

Started a riot in the asylum with stolen bombs

So the escape plan was set

Where the exit is?

We on the way to catch [?] the crazy exodus

[Verse 2: Metropolis]

I'm psycho, thicker than a few screws loose

Where's the doc man, I need some more pills

So I can get fucked up but act like I'm chill

All I see is blue skies and raspberry fields

Callin' this a mad house, but who's really nuts?

All I do is watch TV and chew nuts

So many days spent sittin' in this bird cage

Ain't no wonder how a brother feels cooped up

But I got a plan and nobody knows it

But first, nurse could you please up my doses?

So I could part these here Red Seas like I was Moses

Get my people free

Just so we could be

Count down the days

Chalks on the wall and the slightly disturbing child [?] drawn

OV Metropolo, Sharp on the beats

'Bout to take over once unleashed on the streets

[Verse 3: Orifice Vulgatron]

Certain people act a little inconsiderate

Do strange things then pretend they were deliberate

Considered that the Beggar fam is more than you're configured with

Your insolence is something that the squad just isn't dealing with

(Whats that smell?)

Now just looks who's in the thick of it

Lookin' like a puppy dog who shat up in his masters kitchen

I should've warned you more than once about my temperament

But now it seems you're left without a choice except to watch and listen

I've seen a bag of other currences

But nothing quite as inexplicable as what I've seen today

I was on a boat sippin' Perrier and beer

Then suddenly I woke up in a room with fuckin' Loopy Harry

And who the hell are you? (I'm Ben Sharpa)

Yeah? Then where's the captain? (I'm the captain)

Shut the fuck up yeah? Then where's the boat?

See? I'd say I'm pretty normal get me out of here

Good afternoon doctor, how are you?

Oh my goodness, what a gooseberry (sit down)

And there's me thinking I'm the doctor all along