[Verse 1:]
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Yea, I'm throwin D's on the Cadillac
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Riding through Decatur nigga, bumping Burt Bacharach
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You a fuckin' liar faggot, never slung a crumb of crack
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Bash your fuckin window in
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I drag you out your pontiac
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Tell your mom the zombie's back
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Fucking hypochondriac
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Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry mat
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Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac
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Dude this fuckin album sucks I want my fuckin money back
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Disadvantage, I'm schizophrenic, these bitches panic
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Dickin Janice, I'm poppin Xanax and speaking Spanish
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Na la cum la la cum pla, I ain't say a word
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A fuckin' nerd, I'm riding dirty with the Mossberg
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I am awkward, I'm sippin cough syrup
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I'm high as a martian in a flying saucer
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What up to 808 Blake and Mike Whalberg
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I punch through the sheet rock and make the wall hurt
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Team wolf, I claw a dress and panties off her
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Just got a new Lebaron and the seats is all fur
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My brains fried, heart's gone and my balls hurt
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I grab the nine to forty-five and let 'em all squirt
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Mr. Benton, bitches said they sick of him
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I'm up at Micky Ds, I get an English McMuffin
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You hang around all pigs like you McLovin
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I shove a freakin prick inside a fuckin brick oven
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You niggas fake like mall cop, Paul Blart
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I run you over with the shopping cart in Wal- Mart
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Hop out the Subaru, huffing a tube of glue
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Your girl ring around my dick just like a hula hoop
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Maneuver through the city in a bullet proof suit
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I'm strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coup
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You wanna play 2Pac
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I throw you off the roof and run down and catch you
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Tell these niggas "Jarren got the juice"
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Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof
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I'm so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc'll do
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I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two
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And spend a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute
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[Hook:]
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Yea I'm going hard nigga, honey baked
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Big say more money, more niggas hate
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I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke
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Now let me show you what it means to be schitzo
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[Verse 2:]
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Doctor Conrad Murray, Bitch I'm known to kill mics
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And meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steal pipe
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Somebody must have laced this heroin cause I don't feel right
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Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steal knives
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Hey, I'm fuckin talking to you dickhead!
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Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you, idiot
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Roaming every cities strips and grabbing every pretty tits
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Ya'll niggas playing hookie, mister big is really sick
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Leave it to Beaver I'm leaving with Beiber with this meat cleaver to his neck
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And I'm making him eat ether, kick a bitch in the face cause she's a dick teaser
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Did a song with Satan and that's a sick feature
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I'm not a human being, I'm a sick creature
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Run in every church to murder every sick preacher
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Stompin niggas to a siezure, smoking every spliff of reefer
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A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher
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Fucking schitzo eat the barrel of pistols
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I can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missile
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Let's play Operation, I want to see blood drizzle
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Let's make it real official, this saw will cut through a gristle
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I'm so extraordinary sleep inside the mortuary
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Wake inside the cemetary, dig up every corpse that's buried
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This is so unnecessary, voices in my head, they're scary
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Sick of being crazy, God I want to be ordinary!
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[Hook:]
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Yea I'm going hard nigga, honey baked
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Big said more money, more niggas hate
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I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke
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Now let me show you what it means to be a schitzo
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[Talking: Jarren]
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Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dog
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Come on, yo wake the fuck up man, come on
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Come on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911
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Man I think this fucker overdosed
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[Kato:]
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Yo Jarren, Jarren
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Stop, stop, stop! Chill
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Yo, you're just slapping...
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You're talking to yourself right now man
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I'm trynna study for this midterm...
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Fucking Skitzo...
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Skitzo
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Jarren Benton |