[Verse 1: Boogie]

Pistol to my temple, my mental ain't well

Everyday I'm fightin' demons and I'm livin' in Hell

Askin' God what I did, I feel he's raisin' the scale

Livin' life just to die, I feel I'm trapped in a cell

I need help, tellin' my family not to fuck with me

Shut the door behind me, gather my thoughts, I just need to breathe

My phone keeps ringin', it's my homies and they wanna see

If I would like to kick it, smoke some weed and sip some Hennessy

My brain ain't workin', I shut off my phone

Slip the noose around my neck, I'd rather hang alone

Fell so hard from the chair I think I cracked a bone

Damn rope snapped in two, I fuckin' fell on my dome

I need help! These demons are my enemies

Arguin' back and forth, singin' a song, you've got a friend in me

Laughin' at my pain, wishin' I would feel some agony

The cracklin' from these demons, swear to God this shit's some savagery

[Chorus: Bukshot]

I need help, thoughts feel pale

Mental ain't well, livin' through Hell

I need help, thoughts feel pale

Mental ain't well, livin' through Hell

These demons eat my life

They seem to need my fright

I toss and turn and fight

But I can't sleep tonight

[Verse 2: BZO]

Seriously, why you not been takin' me serious?

Delirious you must be 'cause clearly you not hearin' this

Been screamin' out for help, I've been doin' it as a lyricist

Dark ventriloquist have you hearin' voices in the mist

Been havin' trouble formin' sentences, I'm losin' my grip

On reality, 'causin' fatalities 'cause I'm a lunatic

Who can I get to help me? Who gonna lift me up out of this pit?

Nobody there and I'll never forget, scream for help and nobody did

BZO not a bozo, don't appear in photos, fuckin' with The Mob, that's a no-no

Demons wanna capture my soul in a snow globe

What I gotta do, write "Help" on my Polos

What? Have I've been speakin' in tongues or somethin'?

You think I've been makin' this shit up for fun or somethin'?

Nah! You can't relate, you never felt it

Your selfish ass couldn't hear me when I yelled it

[Chorus: Bukshot]

I need help, thoughts feel pale

Mental ain't well, livin' through Hell

I need help, thoughts feel pale

Mental ain't well, livin' through Hell

These demons eat my life

They seem to need my fright

I toss and turn and fight

But I can't sleep tonight

[Verse 3: Jamie Madrox]

I feel fucked up and I could use a little help

But everyone I turned to, they told me "Go and fuck myself"

I'm like a curse or a crack in the mirror

Superstition done haunt the verse, keep 'em scared for seven years

Like a lethal injection, electrical chair, foamin' at your eyes while I'm meltin' the brain in between your ears

I'm the knock on the door when there's no one there

The reason for your fear, paranoia and you need to be prepared

I know you're scared, it's justifiably correct

'Cause I'm cuttin' on the dotted line I drew upon your neck

Cut another throat, cut another check 'cause my mental ain't well and my life is just a wreck

I'm a serrated knife sawin' through a full back

Butcherin' the ribcage, cut 'em to a half rack

Think of it as art, call it abstract

When in reality, it's physics and you splatter from the impact

[Chorus: Bukshot]

I need help, thoughts feel pale

Mental ain't well, livin' through Hell

I need help, thoughts feel pale

Mental ain't well, livin' through Hell

These demons eat my life

They seem to need my fright

I toss and turn and fight

But I can't sleep tonight