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I feel phenomenal as usualPharmaceuticals, glue sniff and pools of vomit at BonnarooBut I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or HoustonIn the corner trying to seek solitudeShallow but such a hollow dudeI won't even swallow solid foodAlcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of PisaTop it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of youRoses are violet, mollies are blueLost in a ball of confusionIts all an illusionIt's probably the shrooms I'm onCause I think I started hallucinatingCause I just thought I just heard Jay ElectronicaAnd Odd Future's new shitAnd all I can do is follow the musicAnd end up with Paula Abdul at LollapaloozaFillin' water balloons with nail polish removerJust to pop 'em and wallow in fumesI feel uptight I gotta get looserAfter I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solutionConcentrated like orange juice so I'm not as dilutedCause all this delusion got me seein' shitExcusez-moi but that coochie that passedYou see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeezeBut juicier ass, it belongs in a juicerIt's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I'm MarshallWanna try to meet my standards? I'll Introduce yaOh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuseBut my attitude is rubbin' off on the youthA chronic abuser, not only user of marijuanaI mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losersGot a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a nukeAnd a Rottweiler too, and I'm not in the mood soWhen I say I'm bringing the TEC outI'm not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computersGod, I'm gonna pukeI'm so gone off the hookahI think I swallowed a loofahI'm tore up, demolished, a fuckin' stone like OliverLike I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce herThe thoughts I produce are loony tunesThe box of usable latex glovesAnd the socks and the shoesTo replace next up Veronica's boobsAnd uhh, paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove boxIn a blue Honda with used condoms were cluesThe girl was just not the one suitable for orRight for me, will change me, rearrange my head to beJust right for you and me, don't laugh, please listenDon't laugh, please listenThought I'd give in to the pressureCollapse and crumble perhapsRelapsing under thatWell that's a bunch of crapIn the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rapAnd I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of thatFuck that shit, cut the sackLike its a natural reactionThat's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving matchCause push keeps coming to thatI can keep getting my ass kicked, I? m coming backLike a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still madDisgruntled had some struggles yeahBut that passionate hunger's backThe fantastic juggling actAnd the way I flip my tongue on the trackIt's like verbal acrobaticsBut in factLast time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drasticI fuckin' crashed my hovercraftAfter I strapped the duffel bag to my backAnd stuck the massive punchin' bag in itAn elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tackAnd a piece of plastic bubble wrapWent spastic and fuckin' snappedJumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acidStumbled back, recovered, back flippedAnd landed on a gymnastic tumble matAnd for my last trick, lunge on back lashOn a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the rudder in halfChuckled and laughed, buttaled my last rebuttalAnd just asked him to come crashAnd I grab my Go-Go-Gadget inflatable giganticHumongous mattressAnd ceramic construction hatRubbed my magic mushroom tatFell off then splat, get up from thatFace taped to a waste paper basketThrow up then gas, lungs collapseAnd that's more likely than finding someone that'sRight for me, will change me, rearrange my head to beJust right for you and me, don't laugh, please listenDon't laugh, please listenCouple of shots of JägerPublic intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulationFlooded with thoughts of angerWhile I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'"You're top ten ain't cha?"stop cause you fuckers are talkin' crazyAnd stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversationWhether you're punchin' a clock or famousUnderground, pop, or nameless, whatever your job isI came to fuck with your occupationYou're thinkin' just cause you came in with scrubsAnd you brought the scalpel and spongeThe oxygen tank and the suctionAnd shot the brain surgeonStuck in the operating roomOnce you done swapped your name with himSmuggled in Ronald ReaganDug him up; Donald FagenWhile juggling waffles bakingFuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagleThey flung it across the tableThen bump it and knock it shake itJumped and got in the way then disrupted my concentrationI said fuck it and lost my patienceThey all woke up from sedationAin't none of you Doctor DreSo then what does it got you thinkin'You can fuck with this operationAftermath, still running hip-hop amazingI'm still pluggin' alongNo need for an assumptionHere's confirmationI'm up for the long durationI'm just looking for something to walk away withSome pocket change and a little integrityThough I'll probably be jumpin' across the stageTill I'm fuckin' Madonna's age andStuck in an awkward place in my lifeBut I shit you not like I'm plugged up with constipationThat day will come beforeI finally stumble upon some lady that'sRight for me, will change me, rearrange my head to beJust right for you and me, don't laugh, please listenDon't laugh, please listen
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