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Rap song I wrote about ECT

Posted by Fruitcake Freddy on April 5, 2002, at 11:41:32

I grew up in a tough neighborhood, full of gangtas and niggaz
Everyday I be so stressed out and feeling likes shit,
One day I woke up and found out I could no longa sleep good anymo
I also found out I be losing weight real bad
I even found out I no longer be able to get it up good
I found out I become dumb as a rock all of a sudden and could no longa
concentrate good on selling drugz and fucking ho's

<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>

I went to the welfare doctor and used my welfare medicaid card to pay
I asked the doc "yo bitch, what the fuck was wrong with me?"
He said "you is clinically depressed"
And he gave me some Prozac samples to takes home

<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>

I went home and started taking dez Prozac pills,
It wasnt as good as smoking crack though,
It lasted a while, but finally pooped out on me,
I started thinking about shooting heroin for my depression but remembered my
sis who got AIDS from using dirty needles and changed my mind,

<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>

I went back to the welfare doc down in the projects,
And I said "yo bitch dis Prozac shit dont work good"
And he said "well, we can always shock yo ass good"
And I said "What the fuck...you wanna do to my azz?"
And he said "lets do electroshock therapy"

<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>

So I show up at da welfare hospitaall,
And I waz taken to da ECT roomz,
And this hot blonde white nurse put a rubber ball in my mouth and told me to
bite down on it so I wouldnt crack my teeth in the seizure,
And knocked me out with drugz,
And next thing I knew they was pushin the button and shockin my azz,
I woke up and didnt know where I waz,
And I was all fucked up feeling,

<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>

I said "hey doc, I dont wanna do this ECT shit no mo,
He said "yeah you do, keep it up it gets better,"
So he gave me three mo ECTs and befo I know, I waz feeling goodz,
And pretty soon, I was back to normal
And I went back to my job selling drugz and fucking ho'z

<push record back and forth to make scratch noises and make spitting noises>


Fruitcake Freddy


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