I feel phenomenal as Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to me at Bonnaroo But I know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or Houston In the corner trying to seek Shallow but such a hollow I won't even swallow food too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa Top it off I'm on so fuck all of you Roses are violet, are blue Lost in a of confusion Its all an It's probably the I'm on 'Cause I I started hallucinating 'Cause I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new And all I can do is the music And end up with Paula Abdul at Fillin' water balloons with nail polish to pop 'em and wallow in fumes I feel uptight I gotta get After I finish polishing off this bottle of I got a solution Concentrated orange juice so I'm not as diluted Cause all delusion got me seein' shit Excusez-moi but that that passed You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my squeeze But juicier ass, it belongs in a It's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it I'm Marshall try to meet my standards? I'll Introduce ya Oh I'm a too but I'm not a masseuse But my is rubbin' off on the youth A chronic abuser, not only of marijuana I mean assault that I use to smoke all of you losers Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a And a too, I'm not in the mood so When I say I'm the TEC out I'm not coming to repair fuckin' electronic computers God, I'm puke I'm so off the hookah I I swallowed a loofah I'm tore up, demolished, a stone like Oliver Like I looked Medusa in the to seduce her The thoughts I produce are loony The box of usable latex gloves and the and the shoes To next up Veronica's boobs And uhh, stubs that were stuffed in the glove box In a blue Honda used condoms were clues The girl was not the one suitable for or
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Thought I'd give in to the Collapse and crumble Relapsing under Well a bunch of crap In the clutch, I'm the Crunch of rap And I'm sick of humble, that's enough of that Fuck shit, cut the sack its a natural reaction That's why I'm actually trapped in this match 'Cause push coming to that I can getting my ass kicked, I'm coming back a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad Disgruntled had some yeah But that hunger's back The fantastic act And the way I my tongue on the track It's like verbal But in Last time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as I crashed my hovercraft After I strapped the bag to my back And the massive punchin' bag in it An bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tack And a piece of plastic wrap Went spastic and fuckin' Jumped and splashed in a of battery acid Stumbled back, recovered, back And landed on a tumble mat And for my last trick, lunge on lash On a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' the rudder in half Chuckled and laughed, my last rebuttal And just asked him to crash And I grab my inflatable gigantic humongous mattress And construction hat Rubbed my magic tat off then splat, get up from that Face taped to a waste basket up then gas, lungs collapse And that's more likely than someone that's
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Couple of of Jäger intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation Flooded with thoughts of While I was I know probably some of you got to thinkin' "You're top ten ain't cha?" stop cause you are talkin' crazy And stop interrupting you're not up in the conversation you're punchin' a clock or famous Underground, pop, or nameless, your job is I to fuck with your occupation You're thinkin' just cause you came in with And you brought the scalpel and The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the surgeon Stuck in the room Once you done swapped your with him in Ronald Reagan Dug him up Donald juggling waffles baking Fuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage finagle They flung it across the bump it and knock it shake it Jumped and got in the way then disrupted my I said fuck it and lost my they all woke up from sedation Ain't of you Doctor Dre So what does it got you thinkin' You can fuck with this Aftermath, still hip-hop amazing I'm pluggin' along No need for an Here's I'm up for the long I'm looking for something to walk away with pocket change and a little integrity Though probably be jumpin' across the stage Till I'm Madonna's age and in an awkward place in my life But I you not like I'm fucked up with constipation That day will come before I stumble upon some that's
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