[Chorus]
I looked up in the mirror and I shot the fuccin' mirror bitch
Call my therapist
I went to see my therapist and shot my fuccin' therapist
Got a therapist [x2]

[Verse 1]
I need a therapist who's okay with my arrogance
Who's okay with the fact that I love killing and cherish it (huh)
I have a gravesite, I am preparing it, I do not have a therapist but I'm taking care of it
I just need someone to help me with my thoughts (huh)
Not what I am thinking got a pile of dead thots
All of their bodies shall rot (huh) If not y'all can just watch (huh)
Better just kick like rocks
Better just hop like scotch
Better just get like gone
Gutter gang drip like snot
We be like bitch you cold - Voices like "NO YOU NOT!"
I be like "Damn this fresh" - Voices like "NO ITS NOT!"
Th-they say it is a sign of crazy when you talking to yourself
But you know you done lost your mind if you gon' argue with yourself
I'm talking like "This shit fresh". The voices like: "NO ITS NOT!"
I'm talking like "This shit cold". Voices like "NO ITS NOT!"
I'm making my fingers bleed to give it (?)
Them voices in my head, they just won't "FUCKING STOP!"
They want me in therapy but that's a fucking opp
I got an 8PM appointment but I shot the clock (let's rock)
[Chorus]
I looked up in the mirror and I shot the fuccin' mirror bitch
Call my therapist
I went to see my therapist and shot my fuccin' therapist
Got a therapist [x2]

[Chorus]
I looked up in the mirror and I shot the fuccin' mirror bitch
Call my therapist
I went to see my therapist and shot my fuccin' therapist
Got a therapist?

- It is not clear whether the planet perished under single government control or if the resistance of this brought about the end, but some kind of plague definitely struck before the fall out