Sickology 101

First entry for Sickology 101: dysfunctional

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
Yeah, don’t you bring me nothing stupid
If you don’t want me to lose it
Step back if you don’t want me to attack
I’m a beast, better give me the deuces
I have no tolerance for nonsense, get away from me
Me, I wanna get dollars, don’t wanna holler but you makin’ me
I’m a little dysfunctional
You’re the problem, please don’t awaken me
And I’m that way ‘cause back in the day most have forsaken me
La-di-da-di, I’m at the party
On a drunk night with a punk, might
Dude’s tryin’ to pick a fight because he’s sorry

to start a fight/quarrel/argument with someone:
He’d had too much to drink and tried to pick a fight with the bartender.

That he ain’t Gotti, like I be, ‘cause he sloppy, not me, costly rocks¹ be spot free
But he don’t know I’m roguish, surrounded by my soldiers
And they be locked and loaded when exploded you can’t hold us
And we don’t got no scruples
We didn’t come to fight and shoot you
But you busters better be mutual
Don’t get loose because we cuckoo
Listen, they call me genius, I run the show
Women be on my penis, it’s wonderful
Demons think they the meanest
But I brung the foe on the floor
Little bit sick, don’t you know?

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, don’t you know?
If you push me it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don’t you know?
If you fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, don’t you know?
If you push me it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad

[Verse 2: Big Scoob]
Born to hustle, I’m a product of environment
The game done changed, so I’ve been forced into retirement.
But I make moves and I paid dues² and I got common sense
Since I can’t lose and I can’t choose, then I’ll come back to spit
I got hit songs but I’ve been gone so long that I don’t fit
Kneeled at the throne, but can’t get on, so I need me a lick³
I write these songs but don’t belong I’m on some other shit
I’m huntin leads in desperate need⁴, I hope it’s comin’ quick
I’d wrap my brain to find a lane⁵ that’s gon’ bring me some change
But it’s so strange, my life has changed and I am not the same
I come around⁶ but since I’m down, it feels uncomfortable
I try to hide it deep inside but I’m dysfunctional
I never learned to hold it in, I gets emotional
First, implode and then explode, I am combustible
So please don’t push me, play me, pussy, on some real shit
Won’t be defeated if I’m heated, nigga, oh shit!

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, don’t you know?
If you push me it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don’t you know?
If you fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, don’t you know?
If you push me it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad

[Verse 3: Krizz Kaliko]
I ain’t no killer but don’t push me
Goody-goody choir boy never been no pussy
Could be carrying something up under my hoodie
Krizz would never snap and kill a baller, y’all, or would he?
Now I wanna be peaceful but I carry Desert Eagles where ever black people are, you know how black people are
I peep ‘em out, try to stay evened out⁷
Wanna preach to⁸ ‘em but their evil keep on seepin’⁹ out
Emotions get the best of¹⁰ me, messed up
And then y’all get the rest of me
Depressed and stressed, feel like my destiny

I know y’all think less of me, ‘cause I’m always sick
And I can’t let it be, pharmaceutical soup be the best recipe
It’s gon’ be the death of me, I need depakote just to cope, while I keep throwin’ them pills down my throat.
Dysfunctional blunts will do
Smokin’ Bombay can give me Fung Shui, but I wish that it all would go away
Or maybe I should pray for Jesus Christ to just un-pretzel me
Tryin’ to pray for change, but sometimes it feel like he lets it be
So I just take another couple doses, probably be fine
But if you get too close you’ll find out that I

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]
I’m a little dysfunctional, don’t you know?
If you push me it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don’t you know?
If you fool around and make me mad
I’m a little dysfunctional, don’t you know?
If you push me it might be bad
Get a little emotional, don’t you know?
Might fool around and make me mad
Don’t make me mad

Footnotes

1. a type of loud popular music, developed in the 1960s, with a strong beat played on electric guitars and drums 摇滚乐 ↩

2. charges, for example to be a member of a club 应缴款（如俱乐部会费） to pay your dues 缴你的会费 ↩

3. A lick is a short piece of music which is part of a song and is played on a guitar. A lick is also a short section in a piece of jazz, which the musician invents while they are playing. [Informal] 小过门[吉他演奏的歌曲]; 即兴插入的爵士乐装饰乐句； ↩

4. a strong feeling that you want sb/sth or must have sth; I’m in need of some fresh air. ↩

5. a narrow road in the countryside or in a town: ↩

6. When someone who is unconscious comes around, they become conscious again. ↩

7. to become level or steady, usually after varying a lot ↩

8. to talk about a religious subject in a public place, especially in a church during a service 布道，讲道: ▪ [+ to ] Christ began preaching to large crowds. ↩

9. to flow slowly and in small quantities through sth or into sth ↩

10. If a feeling gets the better of you, you cannot stop yourself from allowing that feeling to make you do something, despite knowing that what you are doing is wrong: Her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the door and peeped inside. ↩