rap song : paranoid schizophrenia

and how would you know ...

please don't make me beg 
a pile up 
where is all that noise coming from 

the earth stopped running under my bare feet 
hypnotised into a rigid trance 
I was locked inside a transparent coffin 

the audience tightened the noose 
a large buzzsaw 
severed me into two separate pieces

just an illusion ... 

my body jerks out of the coffin like a jack in the box 

the head hanging from a spring  

ufos ... those helmets 
what makes a bad atmosphere 
interfering with my telepathy ...  
a cross current of music buggin my phone 

an I got the rap for it ... I haven't been 
allowed out for years ... you know 
dude my dad works for The Firm
an some guns don't need a 
trigger if you put it to 
your head 

I can't really
put a finger on it 
you gone all blingy dude 
that aint you I seen you really real 
man ... jus move away slowly from the 
plastic chain and nobody will get hurt ... posh
yeah give ya that ... jus not everyone had a mamma

like yous ... so who's Pistorius ha cus i seens 
nurses like holding down a patients arm 
he just wanted to get me a crystal 
ball thats all a gifts from his 
collection before he died
a lonely death in the 
nuthouse

an ill give you shit ...