Skitzo

[Verse 1]

Yea, I’m throwin D’s on the Cadillac

Riding through the Cader nigga, bumping verb zacarat

You were fuckin’ like a faggot, never slung a crumb of crack

Bash your fuckin window in

I drag you like a running back

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 schitzophrenic, 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 mossburg

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 gonoe 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

Minuting through the city in a bullet proof suit

I’m strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coup

You wanna play Tupac,

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

Tell these niggas jam that got the juice

Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof

I’m so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doctor do

Holla out the top that’s loose and then I smoke a rock or two

And spend a hundred grand on a one- legged prostitute

[Chorus]

Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked

Big say 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 schitzo

[Verse 2]

Doctor call Brad Murray, Bitch I’m known to kill mics

And meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steal pipe

Somebody must have laced this heroin cause it don’t feel right

Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steal knives

Hey, I’m fuckin talking to you dickhead!

Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you, idiot

Warming every city strips and grabbing every pretty tits

Yall niggas playing hookie, mister big is really sick

Leave it to Beaver I’m leaving with Beiber with this meat cleaver to his neck

And I’m making him eat ether, kick a bitch in the face cause she’s a dick teaser

Did a song with Satan and that’s a sick feature

I’m not a human being, I’m a sick creature

Run in every church to murder every sick preacher

Stompin niggas to a siezure , smoking every spliff of reefer

A bully throwing geese off the top bleacher

Fucking schitzo eat the barrel of pistols

I can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missile

Let’s play Operation, I want to see blood drizzle

Let’s make it real official, this saw will cut through a gristle

I’m so extraordinary sleep inside the mortuary

Wake inside the cemetary, dig up every corpse that’s buried

This is so unnecessary, voices in my head, they’re scary

Sick of being crazy, God I want to be ordinary!

[Chorus]

Yea I’m 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 schitzo

[JarrenTalking]

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

[Kato talking]

Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop stop chill! Yo, you’re just slappin, you’re talking to yourself right now, man. I’m trying to study for this midterm, fuckin’ schitzo.