Screws Loose - Chris Webby, Stacey Michelle

I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to

So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo

I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions,

and no control over anything that I said)

Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause

everybody be tellin' me I’m simply not right in the fuckin' head)

Welcome to the Homegrown grow-op

Started single player, now it’s Sap on the co-op

Fully high-tech, my brain like iRobot

Straightjacket on, lightin' bogs on the stove top

Roll through the road blocks, you know it’s on again

So grab the Adderall, the Molly and Klonopin

I’m ‘bout to sip this bottle of whiskey like Ray Donovan

And spit my ass off until I’m runnin' outta oxygen

I’m like Trevor up in Grand Theft Auto Five

That’s why I laugh when people ask me if I bought this ride

Bitch I pulled the driver out and blew his brains across the side

Walked, then ran him over like a couple dozen times

Then I crushed his spine, bloody tire tracks up in the mud behind

The whip, so fuck a wanted star I’m way too hard to come and find

Roll up in a shady alley, park the car and duck and hide

Bitch I’m out my motherfucking mind

I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to

So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo

I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions,

and no control over anything that I said)

Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause

everybody be tellin' me I’m simply not right in the fuckin' head)

Scruffy and unshaven, up till the sun’s raisin'

In a Concord, with Mayor Rob Ford, some drugs taken

And a bottle later we doin' donuts on fresh pavement

And behavin' like I’m star in a movie by Wes Craven

Shit I’m crazy, just sayin', fuck it actually I’m Super Saiyan

Fuckin' rampagin' till the pages in the news are sayin'

Webby’s on the loose and they gon' put me in a noose

But I’ll survive and spend the next couple months just fuckin' recuperatin'

Out on a deserted Virgin Island where the birds are flyin' overhead

As I plot my revenge with all the words I’m rhymin'

You can’t defeat me, I don’t know why all you nerds are tryin'

If you heard that I was quittin', someone in your circle’s lyin'

Shit I’d rather catch a flight from Malaysia

And sit middle seat between a couple guys in Al-Qaeda

Durin' a fuckin' ice storm in the middle of night, yo

Get the picture?

Ain’t no chance of me lettin' the mic go

They could lock me in the looney bin

But I’ll break free and end up on the fuckin' loose again

They call me crazy, howlin' at the moon again

Until I wake up in that padded rubber room again

I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to

So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo

I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions,

and no control over anything that I said)

Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause

everybody be tellin' me I’m simply not right in the fuckin' head)