Verse I Made Half-Asleep And Fig...
• Written by OneTwoMurda
My lyrics retarded, they don't make no sense
At least I'm not speaking gibberish
Ohafalk shinuup do na coo peesh
Chripuh criloo fleek nu geesh
I'm sorry 'bout that, I know that word’s a trigger
If I wanted a grave, I should just be a grave digger
At least I didn't go with something sicker
I could've said the word- never mind
You don't wanna mess with me
Throw down like we in Skate 3
Beat you and put you in the Hall of Meat
Soundin' like the hall when you meatbeat (yeesh)
Pop off like Mentos in Pepsi cans
Mind so cracked it need flexi bands
I floss with spaghetti, my plans don't pan
Like a pancake dropped by a three-toed man
Oops—my bad, was that too surreal?
Like a pigeon in a tank doin' backflips on wheels
I'm a certified freak, banned from all meals
Cuz I stabbed a hot dog and yelled, “HOW’S IT FEEL!?”
My thoughts like sitcoms with no laugh track
Talk back? You’ll get slapped by a rubber duck pack
Pull up in a Smart Car, call it the Stupidmobile
Bars so dumb they qualify for a deal
