[Intro] Yeah Yo Spittz you know what fucking kills me? When I be hearing motherfuckers saying Yo I had a fucked up day My day this, my day that But nigga I'm like shut the fuck up nigga Nobody had a more fucked up day than me, you know what I'm saying? And I ain't bullshitting about this, this some crazy shit So y'all sit back, bring out the popcorn, and listen, alright? Put the children to bed, pop two pills, take a couple shots to the head Sit back and listen Check this shit out
[Verse 1] Uh Raised in Decatur Hung around skaters Stomp a nigga out with my Charlie Brown gators Your mom said I raped her Cause I duck taped her And she woke up next to me passed out holding a razor I'm on some bad pack shit Sick of this rap shit Sick of being stuck in this Atlanta traffic Hop out of my car I walk to the bar Order Hangar 1 in a real big jar I spit a couple bars I met a bitch with SARS We huffed a tube of glue until we started seeing stars She took me up to Mars I met a guy named Charles With two wooden legs and some nasty war scars I went back home and popped two Pop-Tarts That's when I heard a voice saying Allāhu Akbar Open the front door and there's my homie Clyde I said what's up and gave him a high five Maybe we'll get high Maybe we'll sky dive I looked at the clock and it's a quarter past five My nigga's acting weird He started scratching his beard I started getting scared cause ooze dripped from his ear His mouth started foaming, his eyes turned red I grabbed the kitchen knife and stuck it in his head He passed out dead I grabbed him by the legs Drug him outside and stuck him in a tool shed Went back to the house And sat on a couch Watched Golden Girls marathon until I passed out Woke up the next morning with drool on my chin It's a new day and I do this shit again I know what you're thinking, he's a fucking liar I hope he freaking dies, goes to hell and burns in fire The moral of the story, there is none dammit I'm a dope rapper and my name is Jarren I vouch for myself, this guy's sick The fucking Beatgods, they make hits If you got a label please sign me quick But first you got to find me and suck my dickTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
