Two Kinds of Insane

Intro — voicemail

"Yo Vale, I left that little vial by the merch table. Said it was for stage presence. Do not mix it with the Red Bull. Or the hair gel. Or... look, just don't drink it, man—"

click. gulp. thunder.

Verse 1: Dr. Flow

I was mid, I was hungry, I was three songs from quitting

One bad night in a club that smelled like regret and fried chicken

Doc Rock in the alley like a discount mad scientist

"Drink this, you'll be legendary," I said "Bet," like an idiot

Woke up with a roommate inside my own cerebellum

He don't pay rent, he don't do dishes, he just screams "LET'S KILL 'EM"

I'm the one who writes the bars, files the taxes, books the dates

He's the one who thinks a Marshall stack is a viable debate

Verse 2: Mr. Hyde

AND I'M THE ONE WHO MAKES IT FUN, YOU STIFF IN A HOODIE

YOUR METAPHORS GOT INSURANCE, MINE GOT A MOLOTOV AND A BUDDY

I DIDN'T ASK TO LIVE HERE, YOU DIDN'T ASK TO BE BORING

NOW WE SHARING A BLADDER AND I'M THE ONE WHO'S SNORING

Chorus: Both

Flow: I took the potion, now I'm split down the middle

Hyde: I TOOK THE POTION AND I TURNED THE CLUB INTO A RIDDLE

Flow: One of us is the hero, one of us is the problem

Hyde: NAH, ONE OF US IS THE SHOW AND ONE OF US IS THE AUTOPSY

Both: Civil war in a size-medium frame

Same government name, two different kinds of insane

(Both: I took the potion)

(Two kinds of insane)

Outro

Flow: We gotta talk about this.

Hyde: We can talk after I body-slam the thermostat.