OCD, Tourette's and Asperger Syndrome as a rap

I don't do anything anyone states
Who go into places through herding gates
There in I go through the out doors
And leave that same way at super stores
I'm a super sheep
I walk upstairs backwards
Counting the steps
5 steps, left foot first
No-one there and up I go
Left, right, left, right, left
Right foot second at top right foot last
Returning forwards
Four and sixteen's a one
Right foot first and undo;
One, two, two, one; two...
That's OCD for you so FUCK YOU
YOUR MAW EATS TITS AND BAWS FOR BREAKFAST!! .
I get on buses now there's only one door
When they had two I'd walk lots more
I retrace all that I do
That's the illness purged for you so FUCK YOU
FARTY TIT BA’ WANKER
In a straight line I will walk not once to turn around
My feet firm on the paved earth ground
Staring face exacerbate
And find myself thereof captivate
WHAT YOU GAWKING AT GRANNY FAG BAG
Like Hotel California one might say
I see the sign that says one way
Which lead the sheep blind merrily
I read again and back fourthly
Should I err I'm there to stay
For what remains to fade away
Nine hours once it took me
To walk a city from A to B
Can you not now see dear sweet me
For what has slightly come of thee
FANNY FUCKWIT BAWSS YIR MAW!!!!
I can't look you in the eye for long
Even if I try it feels wrong
I've done it once or twice before
But I can't do it anymore
Hey, now I'm better they tell me
The tablets help the OCD
But nothing for the verbal ticks
I'm getting up to my old tricks
I do feel better when I swear
Truth is I DON'T WANKSLAG BASTARD CARE!!
Been thrown off buses and out of shops
Threatened thrice to call the cops
I'd rather wait another hour
Than give the FUZZ FUCKS the power
To lock me up for sure
They like to hurt the poor
Oh yes, Risperidone and Sertraline
Remedies the spleen they say
And takes your sex drive away
But if you ain't been down this verbal spleen
You'll not know what I mean.
PEACE...

Jez Ippolito
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