Madhouse Lyrics – Inpatient, Ren, Chris Webby

[Intro: Ren & Chris Webby]
(Yeeahhh-ah-aaah)
(Yeah)
(Ooooh yeah-ah-ah)
(Ooo ooo ooo ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooooo)
(Yeah-eh-eh-eh-ahh-eh)
ATTENTION ALL INPATIENTS!
THERE’S BEEN AN ESCAPE!
EVERYONE BACK TO YOUR FUCKING CELLS NOW!!!!

[Verse 1: Chris Webby & Ren]
Yeah
See, me and Ren came to bring the place down
Off in this madhouse, I make my way ’round
My marbles all gone, they lost and ain’t found
This rubber room’s home, the halls my playground
We them loony bin prisoners
Fulla piss and the vinegar
And plans to make it out the perimeter
So, I left a guard’s throat slit to steal his outfit
And slipped away quick and dipped out with the visitors
Dipped with a visitor pass, past the guards
Bypass alarms, master-class escape artist
Flipping the light switch, pandemonium hits
It’s Sick Boi and the Webb
Real twisted kids that grew up two misfits
But shucks, the shoe fits
So we cook up hits for mad lunatics
‘Cause a sick, sick world needs some sick music
And the Sick Boi, Webby, we do produce it

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
ALL GUARDS REPORT IN NOW!!
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL!!!

[Chorus: ? & Chris Webby]
(Oh-ah-oh)

So, everybody gather around
(Oh-ah-oh)
It’s the greatest show in town
(Oh-ah-oh)
And when the voices get too loud
Just come on down
Welcome to the madhouse

[Verse 2: Ren & Chris Webby]
Trapped in a cell inside of myself
So bar for bar I out-bar, bar low health, I
Feel nothing, I just wanna feel something
Let me demonstrate my method of spontaneous combustion
I bust in, concussed with adrenaline rushing
Pick up the whole world, bench press like it’s nothing
Fu*k ’em, struck uppercut, head butt ’em
Where’s the buttons on this straitjacket, Webby?
We them loose-screwed inpatients
We twisted, impatient
Gifted with skills, afflicted with greatness
Both a bit sick and s*it is contagious
That’s why we’re locked in cells down in the basement
We ain’t never seen no kinda s*it like Ren & Webby did it
All you other rappers gotta find a way to level with it
Someone crack a window, we about to let the devil in it
‘Cause we don’t run from the madness – we revel in it

[Pre-Chorus: Chris Webby]
RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES!
THEY’VE TAKEN OVER!

[Chorus]
(Oh-ah-oh)
So everybody gather ’round
(Oh-ah-oh)
It’s the greatest show in town
(Oh-ah-oh)
And when the voices get too loud
(Oh-ah-oh)
Just come on down

[Verse 3: Ren & Chris Webby]
Well, I’m the king of prescriptions, a compound pharmacy
So place your bets, what side effects will ya get?, It’s a mystery
The doctor says he’ll cure me with all these magic pills
They say these meds gon’ fix my head but I don’t think they will
Yeah, I still qualify as mentally ill
Me, too, get the meds and I’ll snort ’em with the bill
Webb, chill! You gotta stop acting like a heathen
Plus you know the s*it’ll hit harder if you eat them
Either way, it’s cool Ren, really, I don’t give a fu*k
Let’s run amuck till they lock us back up
Fu*k that, bad luck ’cause I’m fast as fu*k
No catching up, they won’t see me back in cuffs
I heard that, fu*k it, I’m lost, my mind’s manic
Fried, frantic, I’m cooked, but sly and dynamic
As the world burns, fu*k it, we’re doing it live, dammit
Till we go down like the band on the Titanic