Problems With Medications (Skit) lyrics

You know what?
You psychiatrists are all alike
You make me sit and talk about my mother for an hour
Charge me 400 bucks, give me a perscription
That never does a damn bit of good
And now... now? I have a little voice in my head
That's saying it's ok for me to f*ck my sister
I'll tell you something doctor d little little
You'd better get me something to calm my ass down
Or I'mma come over there and pop out your eye and skull f*ck you