[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
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Yeah, razor blades and steak knives
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I've been tweaking off of this meth, been up for eight nights
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My producer is Asian so he ate rice
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And practice Kung Fu and meditate in the daylight
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You a bitch, you probably picket for gay rights
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I crack your fucking jaw with a spinning kick in a cage fight
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So negative, give a fuck what Ye like
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Y'all a bunch of wussies, a bushy puss of a crazed dyke
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I'm nervous; drink is stopping the stage fright
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The burn in my dick when I piss feels like a snakebite
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My wife says she sick of my behavior
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You faggots stop comparing me to Tyler, The Creator
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I've been on this shit before you was allowed in the theater
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For an R-rated movie and your dad was wearing gators
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And your mom was just a whore before your sister wore makeup
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You was just a little bitch before you morphed into a hater
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"Jarren you're so provocative,"
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"Do you have anything to say that's sort of positive?"
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Yup: suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dick
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And by the way - suck a dick
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You don't like it and eat shit then slit your wrists
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And jump off a roof and land in a pool of syphilis
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Uh, it's like my heart stopped carin'
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Ever since I signed with Hopsin everybody hates Jarren, bitch!
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[Hook: Hemi]
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You probably think I'm crazy
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And that may be a little bit true
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So you can think I'm crazy,
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But maybe I'm just different than you
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy) [3x]
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La la, la la, la.
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[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
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Yeah, needles, dope and opiates
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Who gives a fuck if I talk about drugs? Get over it
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Male chauvinist, hit a girl with a bowl of grits
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And shove her fucking face in a bowl of shit; so inappropriate
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I'm the creepy custodian
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I stick a mop in your ass without no petroleum - jelly
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And it's right back to sweeping linoleum
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Napoleon, I vote for Pedro at the podium
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I sip vodka, rip propellers off of helicopters
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Heavy hand'll slap your girlfriend's tits off her
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I'm awkward as quadriplegic kickboxers
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I'll kill you and drop your body in Nicaragua
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I'll punch a hole in the asphalt
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Go eat a fucking dick like a faggot on bath salt
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You mad soft, if I'm a prick then it's my dad's fault
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I throw a dead cat on your porch and dash off
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I'm weird, I'll murder your rap career
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And Super Glue my pubes to my face to make a beard
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Give me a couple beers and a power tool from Sears
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I'll give your ass a nice shape-up without shears
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Now if you think you're fucking with me then go think again
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I'm ill enough to break in your house and murder your pen
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One sick bastard, mushrooms and acid
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Kill 'em then I go and help they momma pick the casket
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[Hook]
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[Interlude: Jarren Benton]
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Now I ain't come here to hurt nobody
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Why hate bitch? Show your boy love (yeah),
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Now where the hoes with the low self-esteem?
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Point 'em out cause they easy to fuck
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Now if they hating, fuck 'em, guns, brrr-uck 'em,
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Drugs, love 'em, girls, fuck 'em,
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D-boys, D-boys, all my niggas
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Going fucking full tart off of Schlitz Malt Liquor!
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[Hook]
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[Outro: Hemi]
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy) [3x]
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La la, la la, la
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Razor Blades And Steak Knives
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Jarren Benton |