Skitzo

Yea, Im throwing Ds on the Cadillac Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping verb zacarat You a fucking lier faggot never slung a crumb of crack Bash your fucking window and I drag out you pontiac Tell your mom the zombies back Fucking hypochondriac Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac Dude this fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these bitches panic Dickin' Janice, Im popping Xanax and speaking Spanish Na la cum la la cum pla, I aint say a word A fucking nerd, Im riding dirty with the Mossberg I am awkward, Im sipping cough syrup Im high as a martian in a flying saucer What up to 808 Blake and Mike Whalberg I punch through the sheet rock and make the wall hurt Teen wolf, I claw a dress and panties off her Just got a new Lebaron and the seats is all fur My brain's fried, hearts gone and my balls hurt I grab the nine to forty-five and let em all squirt Mr. Benton, bitches say they sick of him Im up at Micky Ds, I get an English McMuffin You hang around all pigs like you McLovin I shove a freakin prick inside a fucking brick oven You niggas fake like mall cop, Paul Blart I run you over with the shopping cart in Wal-Mart Hop out the Subaru, huffing a tube of glue Your girl ring around my dick just like a hula hoop Manuever through the city in a bullet proof suit Im strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coupe You wanna play Tupac I throw you off the roof and run down and catch you Tell these niggas jarren that got the juice Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof Im so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc will do I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two And spend a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute Yea Im going hard nigga, honey baked Big said more money, more niggas hate I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke Now let me show you what it means to be skitzo Doctor call Brad Murray, Bitch Im known to kill mics I meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steel pipe Somebody must have laced this heroin cause I dont feel right Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steel knives Hey, Im fucking talking to you dickhead! Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you, idiot Roaming every city strips and grabbing every pretty tits Y'all niggas playing hookie, Mister Benton's really sick Leave it to Beaver, Im leaving with Beiber With this meat cleaver to his neck And Im making him eat ether Kick a bitch in the face cause shes a dick teaser Did a song with Satan and thats a sick feature Im not a human being, Im a sick creature Run in every church to murder every sick preacher Stomping a nigga to a seizure, smoking every spliff of reefer A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher Fucking skitzo, eat the barrel of pistols I can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missile Lets play Operation, I want to see blood drizzle Lets make it real official, this saw will cut through a gristle Im so extraordinary sleep inside the mortuary Wake inside the cemetery, dig up every corpse thats buried This is so unnecessary, voices in my head, thats scary Sick of being crazy, God I want to be ordinary! Yea Im going hard nigga, honey baked Big said more money, more niggas hate I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke Now let me show you what it means to be a skitzo Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dog Come on, yo wake the fuck up man, come on Come on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911 Man I think this fucker overdosed Get up man, come on, come on! Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop stop chill! Yo, youre just slappin, youre talking to yourself right now, man Im trying to study for this midterm, fuckin schitzo