Skitzo

Yeah, I'm throwin' D's on the Cadillac

Ridin' through Decatur, ****, bumpin' 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

Fuckin' hypochondriac

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

Coke head insomniac, sippin' on some Cognac

Dude, this fuckin' album sucks, I want my fuckin' money back

Disadvantage, I'm schizophrenic, these bitches panic

Dick in Janice, I'm poppin' Xanax and speakin' Spanish

Nala commano compla

I ain't say a word

A fuckin' nerd, I'm ridin' dirty with the Moss-berg

I am awkward, I'm sippin' cough syrup

I'm high as a martian in a flyin' saucer

What up to 808, Blake and Mike Wahlberg

I punch through the sheetrock and make the wall hurt

Teen Wolf, I claw her dress and panties off her

Just got a new LeBaron and the seats is all fur

My brain's fried, heart's gone and my balls hurt

I grab the nine and .45 and let 'em all squirt

Mr. Benton, bitches say they sick of him

I'm up at Micky D's, I get a english McMuffin

You hang around, all pigs like you, McLovin'

I shove a freakin' prick inside a fuckin' brick oven

You **** fake like Mall Cop, Paul Blart

I run you over with the shopping cart in Walmart

Hop out the Subaru, huffin' a tube of glue

Your girl ring around my dick just like a hula hoop

Maneuver through the city in a bulletproof suit

I'm strong enough to rip a fuckin' roof up off a coupe

You wanna play 2Pac, I'll throw you off the roof

And run down and catch you

Tell these ****, Jarren got the juice

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

I'm so out of my fuckin' rocker, any fuckin' doc'll do

I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two

And spend a hunnid grand on a one-legged prostitute

Yeah, I'm goin' hard, ****, honey-baked

Big save more money, more **** hate

I blow a couple racks and sniffed an eighth of coke

Now lemme show you what it means to be a skitzo

Doctor Conrad Murray

Bitch, I'm known to kill mics

I'll meet you in your nightmares and bash you with a steel pipe

Somebody musta laced this heroin 'cause I don't feel right

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

Hey, I'm fuckin' talking to you, dickhead

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

Roamin' every city strips and grabbin' every pretty tits

Y'all **** playin' hooky, Mr. Benton's really sick

Leave it to Beaver, I'm leavin' with Bieber

With this meat cleaver to his neck

And I'm makin' him eat ether (Eat it)

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 and murder every sick preacher

Stomp a **** to a seizure

Smokin' every spliff of reefer

A bully throwin' geeks off the top bleacher

Fuckin' skitzo, eat the barrel of pistols

I can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missile

Let's play Operation, I wanna see blood drizzle

Let's make it real official, this saw will cut through his gristle

I'm so extraordinary, sleep inside the mortuary

Wake inside the cemetery, dig up every corpse that's buried

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

Sick of being crazy, God, I wanna be ordinary

Yeah, I'm going hard, ****, honey-baked

Big save more money, more **** hate

I blow a couple racks and sniffed an eighth of coke

Now lemme show you what it means to be a skitzo

Yo, Jarren

Jarren, wake up, dawg, come on

Yo, wake the fuck up, man, come on, come on

Yo, Kato, Kato, call 9-1-1, man

I think this fucker overdosed

Yo, Jarren, Jarren, yo, stop, stop, stop, chill

Yo, you're just slappin'

You're talkin' to yourself right now, man

I'm tryna study for this midterm

Fuckin' skitzo