My Chemical Imbalance

There's gonna be a killing
A killing, killing, killing
Drugs are not for healing
That guy just ate meat - wow!

There's gonna be a beating
A beating, beating, beating
The kids are on acid and they're marching down the street

It's my chemical imbalance
Yeah, my head is stuffed with drugs
Zoloft keeps me even
Being straightedge rather sucks
There's no telling what could happen
If my gang was onto me

The bullets are shooting
Shooting, shooting, shooting
Poco plucked a pollo
That he plans to eat

There's gonna be a juicing
A juicing, juicing, juicing
I'm sober but I'm pooping
Gorge my colon full of prunes