Luyện nghe bài hát Skitzo

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Yea, Im Ds on the Cadillac
Riding through Decatur, nigga, verb zacarat
You a fucking lier faggot slung a crumb of crack
your fucking window and I drag out you pontiac
Tell your mom the back
Fucking
Gag a and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, on some Cognac
Dude fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back
Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these panic
Dickin' Janice, Im popping Xanax and speaking
Na la cum la la cum pla, I say a word
A fucking nerd, Im riding dirty with the
I am awkward, Im sipping syrup
Im high as a in a flying saucer
What up to 808 Blake and Whalberg
I punch through the sheet rock and the wall hurt
Teen wolf, I claw a dress and off her
got a new Lebaron and the seats is all fur
My brain's fried, hearts gone and my balls
I the nine to forty-five and let em all squirt
Mr. Benton, say they sick of him
Im up at Micky Ds, I get an English
You hang around all like you McLovin
I a freakin prick inside a fucking brick oven
You niggas fake mall cop, Paul Blart
I run you over with the cart in Wal-Mart
Hop out the Subaru, a tube of glue
Your girl ring around my dick just like a hula
Manuever through the city in a bullet suit
Im strong enough to rip a roof up off a coupe
You wanna play
I throw you off the roof and run and catch you
these niggas jarren that got the juice
Somebody the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof
Im so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc do
I let the choppers and then I smoke a rock or two
And a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute

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