O.C.D., how can we explain it
It takes a doc to name it
To help you all understand it, we'll rap it
O is Obsessive, C is Compulsive, think about it
The lone D, well, it's kind of tricky, 'cause
It's sorta like, well, another word that means the same as chaos
It's eight little letters that are needed here
Some get it on occasion with low serotonin
The condition could stand to bear some further explainin'
Bust it

You ever had unwanted thoughts you simply can't control
Unless you have, the struggle's more awful than you could know
You're always worrying, you might commit some awful crime
Or you forgot to turn off something in your house on time
Without a cause, a C to the A to the U to the S to the E
You know that it's ridiculous (still you gotta do it)
It's O.C.D., and certain people tend to get it
It plays with your relationships, it's real interference
How many patients know exactly what I'm gettin' at
Who thinks it's fake and it's just something to be spittin' at
Well, if you do, it's O.C.D. and you don't live with it
But if you don't, here's the scoop on it

CHORUS:
You live with O.C.D.? (Yeah, you know me) (3 x)
Who lives with O.C.D.? (Mommy and daddy)
You live with O.C.D.? (Yeah, you know me) (3 x)
Who lives with O.C.D.? (My bro and 'cissy') (3 x)

As for the doctors, O.C.D. means something different
The illness' letters are the same but its origin's a mystery
A supremely frustrating psychological disease
There's another eight-letter word rhymin' with porter and border
So let's get into that, I'll define it--properly, sorta
You know the last D stands for disorder
Now people here's how to tell, diagnose the disease, to tell it exactly

If you're blessed to have a doctor who has a knowledge of this malady
Then do not be embarrassed, just because you're thinkin' strange
You talk to him, he talks to you, he might know right away
That unmistakably a case of O.C.D. can say
And once that's out of the way, then you can start the proper care
In his office, behind the door, can start the treatment there
Your prescription written, you can leave, 'cause now for sure you know
And you'll be on obsessive compulsive disorder a pro
So don't be sad, and don't be down, just lift your heads up high
Say 'O.C.D.' (O.C.D.), it's nothing now to hide
Now when you're doin' therapy, make every session count
Get a plan with a discount

CHORUS: (REPEAT)

My own doctor diagnosed me
I had to open and close each cabinet door, in my own apartment flat
So I could make sure I had not run out of food each day
She did a thorough physical exam in her office, check it
But when I was told her treatment plan, I almost hit the ceiling
"Exposing me directly to my crazy thoughts and feelings?
Now how's that s'posed to make me better--man, I gotta leave"
She said, "To show you it's not real"--I said, "Now doctor, please"
I went to leave and grabbed my coat 'cause I just had to go
The doctor said, "Let me explain before you just say 'no'
It's just a thing, a little thing, that's gotta be faced head on
The more and more that you confront it, it won't be as strong"
We set up the beginning session right there at my place
My cabinets I couldn't open, I just had to face
My palms were gettin' sweaty, curiosity was high
Denying my obsession, I was sure that I would die
To call the sessions off was something she refused to do
Now I don't trip about the cabinets, not like I used to do
The healing comes just as soon as you admit it
When O.C.D. comes, yeah, I'm dealin' with it

CHORUS: (REPEAT)