ICP: Bowling balls

Friends don't come easily and this I knowAnd every time I make one they always say they gotta goI wanna talk with people and look 'em in the faceI wanna take 'em home and they can stay at my placeAll the talking I could do, I would never lie to youWe take a quick ride, homicide, then I confide in youAnd I can love you and technically even though you're deadYou'll always be around cause I'm keeping your headI keep heads on shelves everywhere in my cellarI even own the melon of a dead fortunetellerThe rotted ones I keep 'em up in fat pickle jarsAnd the new ones we lay on the lawn and look at starsIts illegal, I know, but so is smoking weedAnd who the fuck, gives a fuck, when you have a needI collect human heads fresh up off the neckFace, lips, hair, nose, ears, gimme datFaces people know more than namesThe hair is there and all the brainsYour head would mean so much to meYour head would mean so much to meI wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?How you want your eyelids open or shut?Your head would mean so much to meYour head would mean so much to meSometimes I put 'em in my bowling bag and bring em' to workPlay with their hair under my desk, with my bare feetTheyre like, stuffed animals all over the bedHuman heads Pam, Jennifer, Hubert and TedI even put one in the shower water comes out the mouthI kick a few around the yard when I feel like going outI blow air in the mouth piece and duct tape it shutBring 'em in the pool and the heads will float upI'm not a sicko, yo, though I've had girlfriendsI even put their makeup on and theke 'em for a spinI'm not a murderer like that, not reallyOnly every Halloween the house do look kind of sillyYou know the homeless people that bother you for change?Almost all of my collection, from them is where they cameI'm not insane about it, its just the world's too croudedAnd maybe I'ma do something a mother fuckin 'bout itFaces people know more than namesThe hair is there and all the brainsYour head would mean so much to meYour head would mean so much to meI wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?How you want your eyelids open or shut?Your head would mean so much to meYour head would mean so much to meI need some therapy to help me deal with this shitDr. Wiggle Farmer, I need to make a visitHe told me heads are normal but I gotta brush their teethSo now I'm brushing four mouths at a time using my feetHe also told me to keep them from the dogBut I already knew that, she chew their faces offAnd then Dr. Wiggle Farmer asked me for a coupleI went into my bag and gave him two like " no trouble"Now Ive got therapy I'm feeling much betterI'm happy forever, me and my craniums togetherThey all over the house and they roll around the floorAnd if its got an afro I use it for a pillowI'm ill though, I never should've worried anywayI shoot head hoops and don't care what people sayYou can ask Dr. Wiggle Farmer for yourselfHe's the 3rd head down, top row, 3rd shelfFaces people know more than namesThe hair is there and all the brainsYour head would mean so much to meYour head would mean so much to meI wont dis you, you wanna wear a hat? What?How you want your eyelids open or shut?Your head would mean so much to meYour head would mean so much to me