Asylum Bound

[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