[Intro] Why are some people so scared of talking about the truth or avoid touchy subjects so they won't hurt anyone's feelings? Fuck that! I'm sorry, everyone, but I really don't care about all that shit. The system in your perfect little world looks at me like I AM A PSYCHO! [Verse 1] Hello everyone, did you miss me? People know me, the psycho walking around talking about the truth with nothing but a hockey mask on, showing off my dick, so cover the little kids' innocent eyes because they are not ready to see the ugly truth. You already know that my dick is bigger than your boyfriend's—no, you stupid bitch, that's not it, it's that the world you live in isn't what they want you to believe in. There are wicked leaders hiding in the dark, pulling the strings so they can prop us up and hang us to dry when they please, their false gods. Did you hear that crying? Another baby just got sacrificed in the abortion clinic, Moloch just made another follower richer tonight. [Chorus] A psychopath, a maniac is on the loose again, someone please go get the doctor and the straitjacket again. We need to lock him down before he cuts loose again. Oh my God, the psycho is speaking the truth again, get everyone to stop him before he burns away the beautiful lie again! Grab that microphone, tape his mouth, someone please... stop this slaughterhouse this psycho is making again, please, psycho, shut the hell up! [Verse 2] Man, I feel so constipated because I have nothing but shit to say, so you can hate it or love it, I couldn't give two shits. It flows out like a number four, all nothing but diarrhea so much spewing out so much shit I'll be on the toilet for days, to the point I'll be wiping my ass with the Democrat and the Republican flag, showing them I don't give a shit about either side that does nothing but divide us, hoping we pick a side. But no one can see the one who's got brother versus sister, sister versus brother, is the one who's sitting behind your television screen laughing as they read off a teleprompter, telling us everything is fine because the other side is starting a civil war, massacring us one by one. And yet, the doctors call me a psycho, hahaha! [Chorus] A psychopath, a maniac is on the loose again, someone please go get the doctor and the straitjacket again. We need to lock him down before he cuts loose again. Oh my God, the psycho is speaking the truth again, get everyone to stop him before he burns away the beautiful lie again! Grab that microphone, tape his mouth, someone please... stop this slaughterhouse this psycho is making again, please, psycho, shut the hell up! [Verse 3] Let me see what's on the news today: there is that one bitch who killed her three kids, but everyone thinks the father did it instead, or there's that war overseas with Iran, finally we are fucking them up, those terrorist-helping fucks, or there's Mr. President changing a lake, calling it Lake America. So much stupid shit in the world today, I can barely pick one, with all these retards running around, pointing fingers, calling each other the bad guys when they should be pointing at the mirror. But instead, they say they are not the problem so they never fix what is broken, they feel the need to just replace it instead so they can do it all over again with a happy smile on their face. Man, it's 3 AM, you should probably run—actually, probably not, because you can scream at me all you want, there's no stopping me when I'm cutting you up, because I can feel this psycho creeping out of me, ready to play. It starts at 12 AM when the Ringmaster sets the stage, 1 AM that's when the Sicko starts to show, 2 AM the White Devil slowly starts to emerge, and at 3 AM the PSYCHO comes out to wake up the world! So yes, call me crazy, delusional, mad, I don't care, at least I am not sitting on my knees hoping your wicked leaders shove their dick down your throat, like how you beg for every payday, or hoping to get bent over and fucked for the next spot in a rigged seat. So call me whatever you want, I hope you enjoy it, [Outro Chours] Finally, we got the psycho back in his room, he's sleeping now, thank God it's 4 AM, I don't think he'll be awake anytime soon. Hey doc, look again—the White Devil told me it's still 3 AM, BITCH, Hahaha! A psychopath, a maniac is on the loose again, someone please go get the doctor and the straitjacket again. We need to lock him down before he cuts loose again. Oh my God, the psycho is speaking the truth again, get everyone to stop him before he burns away the beautiful lie again! Grab that microphone, tape his mouth, someone please... stop this slaughterhouse this psycho is making again, please, psycho, shut the hell up!
