Check Up Lowkey

[Verse 1: Lowkey]
I been sitting on the bus, stressed for 12 minutes
Finally I'm here, at the sexual health clinic
Something's not right and I ain't sure what's wrong
I need to find out what it is and get some more condoms
It feels better raw, but it ain't worth it for this
You can't think about sex if it burns when you piss
And right now I'm thinking bout merkin' this chick
I don't know where I'm going, I'm feeling nervous and sick
As the nurse points to where she thinks I should go
I'm praying I don't see any chicks that I know
'Cause a visit to the clinic can damage your rep
As I give my appointment card to the man at the desk
He looks at me, I feel like I'm facing doom
As he directs me straight to the waiting room
I walk in, not lookin' at faces at all
Not meeting eyes with no one
Waiting for my name to be called
I'm sitting here tense and stressed, not to mention vexed
This place stinks, that's the stench of death
I'm not like the rest of these wankers
But the pamphlets about cancer are getting me anxious
There's a telly in the corner playing MTV
But everything I see reminds me of a STD
I swear down I hate this place, and honestly
I'm not trying to look in any stranger's face
But all around the room all I see is grim faces
Been sitting here for time, getting impatient
I swear I been here for at least a hour
And the [?] next to me needs a shower