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jarren benton - skitzo lyrics

[verse 1]
yea, i’m throwin d’s on the cadillac
riding through the cader n-gg-, b-mping verb zacarat
you were f-ckin’ like a f-ggot, never slung a crumb of crack
bash your f-ckin window in
i drag you like a running back
tell your mom the zombie’s back
f-cking hypochondriac
gag a b-tch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry mat
c-kehead insomniac, sipping on some cognac
dude this f-ckin alb-m sucks i want my f-ckin money back
disadvantage, i’m schitzophrenic, these b-tches panic
d-ckin janice, i’m poppin xanax and speaking spanish
na la c-m la la c-m pla, i ain’t say a word
a f-ckin’ nerd, i’m riding dirty with the mossburg
i am awkward, i’m sippin cough syrup
i’m high as a martian in a flying saucer
what up to 808 blake and mike whalberg
i punch through the sheet rock and make the wall hurt
team wolf, i claw a dress and panties off her
just got a new lebaron and the seats is all fur
my brains fried, heart’s gonoe and my b-lls hurt
i grab the nine to forty-five and let ‘em all squirt
mr. benton, b-tches said they sick of him
i’m up at micky ds, i get an english mcm-ffin
you hang around all pigs like you mclovin
i shove a freakin pr-ck inside a f-ckin brick oven
you n-gg-s fake like mall cop, paul blart
i run you over with the shopping cart in wal- mart
hop out the subaru, huffing a tube of glue
your girl ring around my d-ck just like a hula hoop
minuting through the city in a bullet proof suit
i’m strong enough to rip a f-cking roof up off a coup
you wanna play tupac,
i throw you off the roof and run down and catch you
tell these n-gg-s jam that got the juice
somebody call the doctor, dr. suess or dr. roof
i’m so out of my f-cking rocker any f-cking doctor do
holla out the top that’s loose and then i smoke a rock or two
and spend a hundred grand on a one- legged prost-tute

[chorus]
yea i’m going hard n-gg-, honey baked
big say more money, more n-gg-s hate
i blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of c-ke
now let me show you what it means to be schitzo

[verse 2]
doctor call brad murray, b-tch i’m known to kill mics
and meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steal pipe
somebody must have laced this heroin cause it don’t feel right
just bought my wife a set of martha stewart stainless steal knives
hey, i’m f-ckin talking to you d-ckhead!
jarren, he’s dead he cannot hear you, idiot
warming every city strips and grabbing every pretty t-ts
yall n-gg-s playing hookie, mister big is really sick
leave it to beaver i’m leaving with beiber with this meat cleaver to his neck
and i’m making him eat ether, kick a b-tch in the face cause she’s a d-ck 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 to murder every sick preacher
stompin n-gg-s to a siezure , smoking every spliff of reefer
a bully throwing geese off the top bleacher
f-cking schitzo eat the barrel of pistols
i can sh-t a hand grenade and p-ss out a missile
let’s play operation, i want to see blood drizzle
let’s make it real official, this saw will cut through a gristle
i’m so extraordinary sleep inside the mortuary
wake inside the cemetary, dig up every corpse that’s buried
this is so unnecessary, voices in my head, they’re scary
sick of being crazy, god i want to be ordinary!

[chorus]
yea i’m going hard n-gg-, honey baked
big said more money, more n-gg-s hate
i blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of c-ke
now let me show you what it means to be a schitzo

[jarrentalking]
yo jarren, jarren wake up dog
come on, yo wake the f-ck up man, come on
come on, yo kato, kato call 911
man i think this f-cker 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, f-ckin’ schitzo.

- jarren benton lyrics

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