Lyrics:
[Verse One: Aoshi]
Homage, babe, could you pass me that Psycho,
And get your ass off the top of me I gotta go,
Thanks I'm outta relapse, but hey, no sweat,
I ain't gonna murder anypony just yet, heh,
I'm a technician, just shut up and listen,
I'm a little bit mental, might be a developmental condition,
Super ordinary, and weary, could call me underwhelmed,
Bro, do you even EFS? Yeah, I can tell, nope,
I'm not addicted, but if you happen to see me close my eyes,
Could one of y'all give me a little slap, guys?
Thanks, feels great when I hallucinate and shit,
A monkey on my back has a new killer fit,
Calamity and Velve, don't be so hard on this flank,
I'm like a full blown Alicorn trippin' on this crank,
Super ordinary, and weary, could be the PTMs,
I might be a little high, but look, I am what I am,

[Chorus: Biscayne]
Psychos, and Hydras, with a,
Party Time Quick Fix,
High hopes, and I know that,
I'm Not Addicted,
Psychos, and Hydras, with a,
Party Time Quick Fix,
High hopes, and I know that,
I'm Not Addicted,

[Verse Two: Versal]
Now everypony say I got a problem,
But honestly, it's the opposite,
'Cause any problem that I got, I'mma solve 'em,
Like pills dissolve them, using Ment-Als as a simple solvent,
So they dissolvin' all the problems that I come across and,
When ponies tell me, "Littlepip, you gotta stop this!"
I'm sighing at the topic, like look what I've accomplished,
I'm not addicted I'm just doing what is needed
To see that I'm not defeated and my dreams can see fulfillment,
Besides, take a look at my track list,
If I didn't have the PTMs, could I have done it?
Like get a bomb, get the slaves right back home,
I could talk anypony into doin' what I want, so,
Tell me it's a problem and I'll laugh right in your face,
Take Pinkie for example, wait, um, okay,
Maybe every now and then I go a bit
Overboard, but at least I'm not hoarding all the shit,

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Nexgen]
How you gonna call me a fanatic, a whacked addict,
I'm clearly going at it, I'm eccentric and ecstatic,
Got a terminal with static, I'll hack it, and on a lock,
Rather than get mad and pick at it I'm gonna crack it,
Not gonna go in with my guns automatic,
And being sporadic I'd rather take a step back and examine my tactics,
What's wrong with y'all and all the theatrics,
You're faking and frantic, and what the fuck,
Why y'all acting like a bunch of faggots?
Sorry I didn't mean that, and I redact it,
Now I'm in a panic 'cause as a friend, I think I'm bad at it,
I understand that I need to quit with the havoc,
Lemme hand over my PTMs with my magic you can have it,
God dammit, gotta stop with the sad shit,
Quit being so tragic,
I need to move past it,
What about my lyrics, can't you take a hint?
I was clearly on the mints when I decided to write this.