Obsessive Cumpulsive Disorder
[Intro]
Yo, I think there’s something seriously wrong with me
And I can’t tell you
Like, I have these thoughts about getting raped by my P.E teacher
Like this is a fucking hentai
C’mon bastard!
[Verse 1]
Blood and guts on the floor
Burn your hands on the stove!
Do it, or your family dies
Or slit your wrist about 10 times!
Petitive activity
Makes these thoughts leave me be!
I don’t have a moral compass
Nor do I trust my better judgment!
I really need a therapist
My brain needs some special assist
And I see myself awaiting trial
Because I’m found to be a pedophile
No, I’m not a pedophile
I would never touch a child
These thoughts are sick
I’m immoral
Give my boyfriend’s dad some oral!
I’m a good person
I swear on it
I would never do this shit
Rituals will stop the bad thoughts
Cut my boyfriend’s penis head off!
My therapist sent me away
Away to Guantanamo Bay
She said I'm totally insane
She said I’m totally insane!
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
What is going on in my brain!
[Speaking]
(“What the fuck is wrong with her?”)
Why can’t no one understand me!
(“You’re a fucking rapist!”)
I can’t control what’s in my fucking head!
(Oh, step brother!)
I’m a victim of my own mind!
(I want to murder and kill a pregnant lady)
I feel like I’m fucking trapped in my own mind!
I feel like my own fucking brain is raping me
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
[Verse 2]
To stop this hell I must create
An inner world I can escape
It’s in my mind and it will take me
To a place that’s nice and safe
Me and my man are on a date
We went to a breakfast café
And suddenly, I start to think
What if I just pissed in his face?
No, that is not the goddamn plot (yes it is)
Why can’t my mind stay on plot? (‘cause you like it)
I’m trying to erase this part
Stop replaying that fucking part!
I’m tired of this fucking day
My mind keeps forcing me to play (don’t put this on me!)
I need to be sent far away (you do!)
Away to Guantanamo Bay
Because these thoughts won’t go away
No matter what I do or say
(What is going on in my brain!)
It’s literally the end of the song (yeah, no shit sherlock)
Do I not get to understand what is wrong? (Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is wrong with me?)
I open the diagnosis papers from my doctors and see
That I definitely have OCD? (I thought that was a fucking cleaning disorder)
Yo, I think there’s something seriously wrong with me
And I can’t tell you
Like, I have these thoughts about getting raped by my P.E teacher
Like this is a fucking hentai
C’mon bastard!
[Verse 1]
Blood and guts on the floor
Burn your hands on the stove!
Do it, or your family dies
Or slit your wrist about 10 times!
Petitive activity
Makes these thoughts leave me be!
I don’t have a moral compass
Nor do I trust my better judgment!
I really need a therapist
My brain needs some special assist
And I see myself awaiting trial
Because I’m found to be a pedophile
No, I’m not a pedophile
I would never touch a child
These thoughts are sick
I’m immoral
Give my boyfriend’s dad some oral!
I’m a good person
I swear on it
I would never do this shit
Rituals will stop the bad thoughts
Cut my boyfriend’s penis head off!
My therapist sent me away
Away to Guantanamo Bay
She said I'm totally insane
She said I’m totally insane!
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
What is going on in my brain!
[Speaking]
(“What the fuck is wrong with her?”)
Why can’t no one understand me!
(“You’re a fucking rapist!”)
I can’t control what’s in my fucking head!
(Oh, step brother!)
I’m a victim of my own mind!
(I want to murder and kill a pregnant lady)
I feel like I’m fucking trapped in my own mind!
I feel like my own fucking brain is raping me
[Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh!
[Verse 2]
To stop this hell I must create
An inner world I can escape
It’s in my mind and it will take me
To a place that’s nice and safe
Me and my man are on a date
We went to a breakfast café
And suddenly, I start to think
What if I just pissed in his face?
No, that is not the goddamn plot (yes it is)
Why can’t my mind stay on plot? (‘cause you like it)
I’m trying to erase this part
Stop replaying that fucking part!
I’m tired of this fucking day
My mind keeps forcing me to play (don’t put this on me!)
I need to be sent far away (you do!)
Away to Guantanamo Bay
Because these thoughts won’t go away
No matter what I do or say
(What is going on in my brain!)
It’s literally the end of the song (yeah, no shit sherlock)
Do I not get to understand what is wrong? (Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is wrong with me?)
I open the diagnosis papers from my doctors and see
That I definitely have OCD? (I thought that was a fucking cleaning disorder)