Luyện nghe bài hát Skitzo

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Yea, Im Ds on the Cadillac
Riding Decatur, nigga, bumping verb zacarat
You a fucking lier faggot never slung a crumb of
Bash your window and I drag out you pontiac
your mom the zombies back
Fucking
Gag a and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on Cognac
Dude this fucking album sucks, I my fucking money back
Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these bitches
Dickin' Janice, Im popping Xanax and speaking
Na la cum la la cum pla, I say a word
A fucking nerd, Im riding dirty the Mossberg
I am awkward, Im sipping syrup
Im high as a in a flying saucer
What up to 808 Blake and Whalberg
I through the sheet rock and make the wall hurt
Teen wolf, I claw a dress and off her
Just got a new Lebaron and the is all fur
My brain's fried, hearts and my balls hurt
I grab the to forty-five and let em all squirt
Mr. Benton, bitches say they of him
Im up at Micky Ds, I get an McMuffin
You hang around all pigs like you
I shove a prick inside a fucking brick oven
You niggas like mall cop, Paul Blart
I run you over with the cart in Wal-Mart
Hop out the Subaru, huffing a of glue
Your girl ring around my dick just like a hula
Manuever through the city in a proof suit
Im strong enough to rip a fucking up off a coupe
You wanna play
I throw you off the roof and run and catch you
Tell niggas jarren that got the juice
call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof
Im so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc do
I let the loose and then I smoke a rock or two
And spend a grand on a one-legged prostitute

Yea Im hard nigga, honey baked
Big more money, more niggas hate
I blow a couple recs, took an eighth of coke
Now let me show you what it means to be
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Doctor call Murray, Bitch Im known to kill mics
I meet you in your nightmares, and bash you a steel pipe
Somebody must have this heroin cause I dont feel right
Just bought my a set of Martha Stewart stainless steel knives
Hey, Im fucking to you dickhead!
Jarren, he's he cannot hear you, idiot
Roaming every city strips and grabbing pretty tits
Y'all playing hookie, Mister Benton's really sick
it to Beaver, Im leaving with Beiber
With this meat cleaver to his
And Im making him eat
Kick a bitch in the face shes a dick teaser
Did a song Satan and thats a sick feature
Im not a human being, Im a creature
Run in every church to murder sick preacher
Stomping a nigga to a seizure, smoking spliff of reefer
A bully throwing geeks off the top
Fucking skitzo, eat the of pistols
I can shit a hand and piss out a missile
play Operation, I want to see blood drizzle
Lets make it real official, this saw will cut a gristle
Im so sleep inside the mortuary
Wake inside the cemetery, dig up every corpse buried
This is so unnecessary, in my head, thats scary
Sick of crazy, God I want to be ordinary!
[Chorus]Yea Im hard nigga, honey baked
Big said money, more niggas hate
I blow a couple recs, just an eighth of coke
Now let me you what it means to be a skitzo
[Jarren
Yo Jarren, wake up dog
Come on, yo wake the up man, come on
Come on, Yo Kato, Kato 911
Man I think this fucker
Get up man, come on, on!
talking]
Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop chill!
Yo, youre just slappin, youre to yourself right now, man.
Im to study for this midterm, fuckin schitzo.