skitzo

yea

i'm throwin d's on the cadillac

riding through decatur nigga

bumping burt bacharach

you a fuckin' liar faggot

never slung a crumb of crack

bash your fuckin window in

i drag you out your pontiac

tell your mom the zombie's back

fucking hypochondriac

gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry mat

cokehead insomniac

sipping on some cognac

dude this fuckin album sucks i want my fuckin money back

disadvantage

i'm schizophrenic

these bitches panic

dickin janice

i'm poppin xanax and speaking spanish

na la cum la la cum pla

i ain't say a word

a fuckin' nerd

i'm riding dirty with the mossberg

i am awkward

i'm sippin cough syrup

i'm 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

team wolf

i claw a dress and panties off her

just got a new lebaron and the seats is all fur

my brains fried

heart's gone and my balls hurt

i grab the nine to forty-five and let 'em all squirt

mr. benton

bitches said they sick of him

i'm up at micky ds

i get an english mcmuffin

you hang around all pigs like you mclovin

i shove a freakin prick inside a fuckin 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

maneuver through the city in a bullet proof suit

i'm strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coup

you wanna play 2pac

i throw you off the roof and run down and catch you

tell these niggas jarren got the juice"