In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room Hey, I don't give a fuck if you suck my dick or buy a mask (no!) Either way, you're up for elimination (yup!) What I'm trying to say, you a puppet for demonstration And these words are me explaining how to murder for entertainment (No!) I don't hate the world, you can bet I hate it here (So!) Let me make that Crystal Lake clear I'll be angry for eternity and always mad as hell, well The vocal booth like a padded cell, swell (You've been doing great work, Lee!) Thank you, Satan The pen and paper, my medication, I know what's waitin' At the end of the line, so there's limited time (fuck) A truly friend of the Devil, really is a friend of mine I knock three times on the window with the hand of an amputee So you really know that it's me (hi) But the people seldom see the sickness inside of my cranium My brains are truly rotting, and these rhymes laying decayed in them In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room I'm strapped down, sedated, and I haven't been admitted yet The scent of flesh got me going ravenous, so it's for the best Filthy pigs in the Vatican with their woven tapestries Predicted this happening as I'm burning down their travesty Watch out! You'll come up missin' in Lost Lakes And the walls up there padded admittedly all fake Take this jacket off and try me, I'll find you a crawlspace Yo it feels like coincidence, really it's all fate (bitch) Laughing at my gown, I'm gettin' sick of these bastards (fuck y'all) My dick is stickin' out because I'm wearin' it backwards All I did was post some body parts that I had for sale Cops got mad as hell (my bad!) trapped me in a padded cell Guess the little wretches didn't like my vile game (so) I killed 'em all with weapons that rhyme with their name (dead) I recall the first, his name was Paul Statt (who?) I made his skull crack with a baseball bat In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room Every word written for when the verse is spittin' Another tool in the kill kit for instrumentals turned victim Hand pick 'em, learn their patterns, it's a system Once I grab 'em, it's a habit to go at it like a savage Up and stab it, body bag, tag it, burn and fuckin' pitch 'em Fuckin' vermin, I won't miss 'em, serve their purpose, now they're with 'em All the others who were murdered simply 'cause I like the rhythm And I'll do it all again since I've been admitted in this Rhyme Asylum In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room In the loony bin, you know where to find 'em Get a ticket, come and kick it with the Devil Instrumental patient in the Rhyme Asylum My speakers at full blast in my padded room