[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