Macula's Theory

(feat. MAD) 

  Knick knack patty, I'm never comin wack 
  But the minute that you hear me, you yell, "Get off the crack" 
  I don't know, I guess it be my thought process 
  Fifty below the level, of conciousness 
  SOS, ring the alarm, red alert 
  When I'm rhymin, sound the siren, the whole works (Why?) 
  Cause they consider me MAD 
  Alfred E.  Neuman got nuttin on me 
  Public Enemy No.  1, now they got me in a cell 
  Living hell, yeah that be my life 
  Cause mind don't matter, so I apply mind over matter 
  While they mull matter over mind 
  A threat to mankind, refer to me as subject A 
  Got me pissin in a cup, all day 
  Mad people, all up in my cerebral 
  Oh shit, what the fuck you doin with that needle? 
  Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! 

  "Almost certainly a psychosomatic condition" 
  "What is really wrong with the patient?" 

  What the..  confined to my bed cause I'm strapped in 
  Catscan cause they wanna know what's happenin 
  Mentally, physically, to subject B 
  That's showin signs of the MAD-Man, posessed 
  Cause no rest for the wicked 
  I kick it, I-double-L cause I'm twisted 
  Sadistic, a threat to society, I'm locked up 
  In this nuthouse, cause I'm about to blow up 
  Restrained, to maintain my composure 
  Sanity, but they can't, too much calamity! 
  So they wait..  then attack.. 
  I'm too exhausted to even fight back 
  I swear, the end is near, I can feel it 
  My fate..  will they seal it?