My Chemical Imbalance Guttermouth

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

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

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

The bullets are a-shooting
A shooting, shooting, shooting
Paco plucked a pollo
That he plans to eat

Cluck, cluck, cluck, cluck

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