Lyrics:

Intro:
What? WHAT?? What the fuck! You know what time it is man? Alright...Now??
Fuckin greedy mother FUCKER!!! BITCH!

Lord help me
Break me of this dirty habit
Lord help me
Clean the cobwebs out my attic X2

Cold sweats, shake 'em off
I'm dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots
Hallucinations are comin' to real life
Reflections of my face in the back of a butcher knife
Time after time in the middle of the night
I stare at the ceiling but I lose sight
I said my prayers and I tuck myself in tight
My bed still shakes, somethin' ain't right
Oh shit it's Claud, I tend to forget
It's way passed midnight and he ain't ate yet
No way dick, I'm almost outta pills
And you already went through my last 3 refills
Don't tell me what to do, bitch I'm on it.
Still got that girl from last week in the closet.
Good, he's straight, that's just fine
But what the fuck I'm supposed to do in the mean time??

Lord help me
Break me of this dirty habit
Lord help me
Clean the cobwebs out my attic X2

Coffee shop opens, I'm already in the corner
Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder
I've been up for days,
Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes
My skin's pale and flushed
Only moments in my life I recall bein' happy
Reppin' the hotties, Tap a 'lil nappy.
Insanity set up and tried to catch me
My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me.
Everywhere I look there's no sign of my soul
So my sights is set to fill that empty hole
That's where he comes in.
Yeah, him again.
Claud mastered the art of body desposalin'
He don't want shit, just a little snack
His belly gets full, and me? I get my life back
So hopefully today like all the years passed
I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath.

Lord help me
Break me of this dirty habit
Lord help me
Clean the cobwebs out my attic X2

You, you, you. It's always about you, ain't it?
Not this time, NOT this time!!
This time it's about me, ME!!!!

Medication's wearin' off I hear sirens
Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires
Quit playin' Claud, I ain't fuckin' around!
A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out
A week musta passed, hm, I suppose
I'm in a dank ass padded room with no clothes
Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone
This might be hell ta you, but I'm right at home!

Lord help me
Break me of this dirty habit
Lord help me
Clean the cobwebs out my attic X2
(I'm right at home! This might be hell ta you but I'm right at home!)