Jarren Benton - Skitzo Lyrics
Yea, I’m throwin D’s on the CadillacRiding through the Cader nigga, bumping verb zacaratYou were *****in’ like a faggot, never slung a crumb of crackBash your *****in window inI drag you like a running backTell your mom the zombie’s back*****ing hypochondriacGag a ***** and shove her in the dryer at the laundry matCokehead insomniac, sipping on some CognacDude this *****in album sucks I want my *****in money backDisadvantage, I’m schitzophrenic, these *****es panicDickin Janice, I’m poppin Xanax and speaking SpanishNa la cum la la cum pla, I ain’t say a wordA *****in’ nerd, I’m riding dirty with the Moth birdI am awkward, I’m sippin cough syrupI’m high as a martian in a flying saucerWhat up to 808 Blake and Mike WhalbergI punch through the sheet rock and make the wall hurtTeam wolf, I claw a dress and panties off herJust got a new Lebaron and the seats is all furMy brains fried, heart’s gonoe and my balls hurtI grab the nine to forty-five and let ‘em all squirtMr. Benton, *****es said they sick of himI’m up at Micky Ds, I get an English McMuffinYou hang around all pigs like you McLovinI shove a freakin prick inside a *****in brick ovenYou niggas fake like mall cop, Paul BlartI run you over with the shopping cart in Wal- MartHop out the Subaru, huffing a tube of glueYour girl ring around my dick just like a hula hoopMinuting through the city in a bullet proof suitI’m strong enough to rip a *****ing roof up off a coupYou wanna play Tupac,I throw you off the roof and run down and catch youTell these niggas jam that got the juiceSomebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. RoofI’m so out of my *****ing rocker any *****ing doctor doHolla out the top that’s loose and then I smoke a rock or twoAnd spend a hundred grand on a one- legged prostitute[Chorus]Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey bakedBig say more money, more niggas hateI blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of cokeNow let me show you what it means to be schitzo[Verse 2]Doctor call Brad Murray, ***** I’m known to kill micsAnd meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steal pipeSomebody must have laced this heroin cause it don’t feel rightJust bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steal knivesHey, I’m *****in talking to you dickhead!Jarren, he said he cannot hear you, idiotWarming every city strips and grabbing every pretty titsYall niggas playing hookie, mister big is really sickLeave it to Beaver I’m leaving with Beiber with this meat cleaver to his neckAnd I’m making him eat ether, kick a ***** in the face cause she’s a dick teaserDid a song with Satan and that’s a sick featureI’m not a human being, I’m a sick creatureRun in every church to murder every sick preacherStompin niggas to a siezure , smoking every spliff of reeferA bully throwing geese off the top bleacher*****ing schitzo eat the barrel of pistolsI can shit a hand grenade and piss out a missileLet’s play Operation, I want to see blood drizzleLet’s make it real official, this saw will cut through a gristleI’m so extraordinary sleep inside the mortuaryWake inside the cemetary, dig up every corpse that’s buriedThis is so unnecessary, voices in my head, they’re scarySick of being crazy, God I want to be ordinary![Chorus]Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey bakedBig said more money, more niggas hateI blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of cokeNow let me show you what it means to be a schitzo[JarrenTalking]Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dogCome on, yo wake the ***** up man, come onCome on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911Man I think this *****er overdosed[Kato talking]Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop stop chill! Yo, you’re just slappin, you’re talking to yourself right now, man. I’m trying to study for this midterm, *****in’ schitzo.
