Insane
Eminem Lyrics

I was born with a dick in my brain, yeah, fucked in the head
From birth, I have had a distorted perspective on life.

My stepfather said that I sucked in the bed
My stepfather abused me and made me feel inadequate.

'Til one night he snuck in and said 'We're going out back, I want my dick sucked in the shed'
My stepfather sexually abused me, and I had to perform an act of oral sex.

Can't we just play with Teddy Ruxpin instead?
I wanted to avoid the abuse and engage in a more innocent activity.

"After I fuck you in the butt, get some head Bust a nut, get some rest"
My stepfather took advantage of me and treated me like a sex object.

The next day, my mother said "I don't know what the fuck's up with this kid The bastard won't even eat nothing he’s fed He just hung himself in the bedroom, he's dead"
I was driven to suicide by the trauma of the abuse and the feeling of helplessness.

"Debbie, don't let that fucker get you upset Go in there, stick a fuckin' cigarette to his neck I bet you he's fakin' it, I bet you I bet he probably just wants to see how upset you would get I'll go handle this, of course, unless you object" "Ah, go fuck his brains out, if any's left in his head"
My mother was callous and did not care about my well-being; my stepfather was abusive and controlling.

If you could count the skeletons in my closet Under my bed and up under my faucet Then you would know I've completely lost it Is he nuts? No, he's insane
My life is filled with traumatic experiences that have rendered me mentally unstable.

"Did you get him?" Nah, fucker tried to bite my face off I just got fuckin' chased off with a chainsaw Then he took the chainsaw, bit the fuckin' blades off Ate the blades, stuck a baseball in a slingshot Then he aimed at his own face, let the thing pop Took his eye out, picked it up and played ping pong Then he played ping pong with his own ding-dong That motherfucker's got nuts like King Kong Then he set the lawn mower out on the dang lawn And he laid all up underneath it with the thing on Then he took his pants, he took every fuckin' thing off Everything, except his tank top and his training bra Ain't he raw? Yeah maniac, that's Shady, dog Man, that motherfucker's gangsta, ain't he, dog? Shady, dog, what be going through that fuckin' brain of yours? Say no more, what the fuck you waitin' for? Sing along
I am out of control, imagining violent and bizarre scenarios that are a reflection of my inner turmoil and unstable emotions.

Don't you know what felch means? (Yeah), well, then tell me Would you rather get felched or do the felching? Fuck him in the ass, suck the cum out while you're belching Burp, belch, then go back for a second helping Can you dig what I'm sayin', man? Can you smell me? I want you to feel me like my stepfather felt me Fuck a little puppy, kick the puppy while he's yelping "Shady, what the fuck you saying?" I don't know, help me What the fuck's happening? I think I'm fucking melting "Marshall, I just love you, boy, I care about your well-being" No, Dad, I said no, I don't need no help peeing I'm a big boy, I can do it by myself, see I only get naked when the babysitter tells me She showed me a movie like "Nightmare on Elm Street" But it was X, and they called it "Pubic Hair on Chelsea" "Well, this is called ass rape, and we're shooting the jail scene"
My childhood was filled with sexual abuse, leading to confusion, pain, and trauma. I am struggling to cope with the effects of this trauma and the inappropriate behavior that resulted from it.