作曲 : Clark, ICP
*******gy 2 *******: 
Cobwebs in my 
Attic Intro: 
What? WHAT?? 
What the *******! 
You know what time it is man? 
Alright...
Now?? ******* greedy mother 
******!!! 
*******! Lord help me 
Break me of this dirty habit 
Lord help me 
Clean the cobwebs out my attic 
X2 Cold sweats, shake 'em off 
I'm dry heavin' an chokin' up blood clots 
Hallucinations are comin' to real life 
Reflections of my face in the back of a butcher knife 
Time after time in the middle of the night 
I stare at the ceiling but 
I lose sight 
I said my prayers and 
I tuck myself in tight 
My bed still shakes, somethin' ain't right 
Oh *******t it's 
Claud, I tend to forget 
It's way passed midnight and he ain't ate yet 
No way *******, 
I'm almost outta pills 
And you already went through my last 3 refills 
Don't tell me what to do, ******* 
I'm on it. 
Still got that girl from last week in the closet. 
Good, he's straight, that's just fine 
But what the ******* 
I'm supposed to do in the mean time?? 
Lord help me 
Break me of this dirty habit 
Lord help me 
Clean the cobwebs out my attic 
X2 Coffee shop opens, 
I'm already in the corner 
Sippin' my latte, with crushed up soma powder 
I've been up for days, 
Barely see through the crust infestin' my eyes 
My skin's pale and flushed 
Only moments in my life 
I recall bein' happy 
Reppin' the hotties, 
Tap a 'lil nappy. 
Insanity set up and tried to catch me 
My walls came crumblin' reality slapped me. 
Everywhere 
I look there's no sign of my soul 
So my sights is set to fill that empty hole 
That's where he comes in. 
Yeah, him again. 
Claud mastered the art of body desposalin' 
He don't want *******t, just a little snack 
His belly gets full, and me? 
I get my life back 
So hopefully today like all the years passed 
I pick the right guy and avoid a blood bath. 
Lord help me 
Break me of this dirty habit 
Lord help me 
Clean the cobwebs out my attic 
X2 You, you, you. 
It's always about you, ain't it? 
Not this time, 
NOT this time!! 
This time it's about me, 
ME!!!! Medication's wearin' off 
I hear sirens 
Yellin' in loud speakers and screechin' tires 
Quit playin' 
Claud, I ain't *******' around! 
A billy club bounced off my head and layed me out 
A week musta passed, hm, 
I suppose 
I'm in a dank ass padded room with no clothes 
Shackled to the floor, you call this the bone 
This might be hell ta you, but 
I'm right at home! 
Lord help me 
Break me of this dirty habit 
Lord help me 
Clean the cobwebs out my attic 
X2 (I'm right at home! This might be hell ta you but I'm right at home!)