Artist: Esham Album: Tongues Song: Chemical Imbalance Typed by: WakMasterA@Aol.com You don't know me I'm the unholy soley time patrolly I clock crazy credits and don't rhyme for rollies Still bustin at the police know least one of my bullets Will hit my enemy in his face when this trigger, I pull it I'm twisted like a psychopath, I write my rhymes in blood I don't got a DJ cause I a-cut him up They won't let me on MTV I'd beat up Carson Daly And remind Eminem of D'Angelo Bailey Haley's in a coma, Haley's in a coma I smell the aroma, of a dead body Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance Drugs, thugs, slugs, niggaz get plugged At a early age up in Detroit, nigga what?! Hustla, get yo trick on Hoe, tell em who dick you want Shit! I'mma lunatic in this bitch I wanna blow my own head off, Kurt Cobain style I think if I was dead I'd be better off now Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance Chemi-cal imbalance