O.C.D

LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS

Chorus

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Verse 1

Bruised, battered, beatin, bloodied, bodies, broken,barely

Breathing, bleeding, heathen

Jackal hyena cackling devil

Rebel reveling in your pain and suffering you disgusting

Miserable vomitous mass of filthy muck if you feel you can

Surpass this class without getting stuck

I commend you on your heroics but all for not you get got

Now burn in hell and rot you rat rip tear stab cut bite punch

Kick bitch slap a butch bull dike cunt nigga frontin on the mic

Big willy like excite bike keep the kool aid spiked beat a

Nigga over the head with a lead pipe

Pills pussy powered peyote weed and red stripe like Kid Cudi

Day and night anybody got a light

Chorus

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Verse 2

Down, destroyed, distraught, disconnected, distant dope and

Drugs got me acting different

Disabled depressed dysfunctional dismal dark and delusional

Damned and doubtful dumb dog don't bite the hand that feeds You you ungrateful son of a bitch i'm coming at you

Cock the gat take aim when your in range gonna rearrange

Your body structure i got cha

Don't make a sound shit i swear i'll slit and slice your soul with A sword and slap you whore betcha the broke bum bitch we'll

Back for more Rasta rage wit a lion's roar

When i pet the cat like Dr.Claw and stick the dick to a chick

In my boudoir like O.D.B i likes it raw weather unprotected sex

Or uncut coke through a Mcdonald's straw

Chorus

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

Verse 3

On my last leg like fucked up furniture and it's torture

How much do a nigga gotta suffer before i get some paper

I'll admit it i'm a hater want to kill all the posers on the dark side like Vader hide in grass when i slither

Leader of the mutants you can call me professor Xavier

A monster with psychopathic powers

Like that movie scanners i'll make you brain implode and Rupture Danger danger spit on a stranger

I'll turn the track into a horror feature and i'll play the chainsaw

Killer your the helpless victum screaming running through the woods at night with heels on only to trip and get your throat

Slit so shut up bitch if i wanted to hear it i'll shove my arm

Up your ass and work your mouth like a puppet so zip it

The track is a runaway slave chop off it's foot degrade it

Whip it and beat it

Chorus

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure

This Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder is giving me ulcers

On a diet of soda and liquor ain't making it better

Still i act like an actor frontin like i got it together

My disguise is a lie cause inside feel like a failure