Need Some Help Twiztid (Ft. Krizz Kaliko, Project Deadman & Tech N9ne)

[Intro: Tech N9ne]
Lord, look over us
Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger in any way
Because I don't like these mothafuckers
This whole world is fucked up
And I'm a product of this fucked up world
I need help

[Verse 1: Prozak]
First let me start this rhyme out with some truth
I was shaking and sweating like Colin Farrell in the phone booth
Visions in hell like off my brains like flames and constricts like chains
And it all comes together like drugs to veins
So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
Even groupie bitches never get involved with me
Cuz I hear voices
Or make murderous choices
Stare at their crotches while I mumble strange noises
Fuck it, I guess it really doesn't matter
I'm not here to impress just infecting and make there brain splatter
I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave
I speak in tongues and cut my face every time I shave
A ritual habitual so peep the principals
Deadly syllables in three second intervals
My mind is fucked up so suspect so criminal
Put you In the ground with the phosphates and minerals