Yeah, razor blades and steak knivesI've been tweaking off of this meth, been up for eight nightsMy producer is Asian so he ate riceAnd practice Kung Fu and meditate in the daylightYou a bitch, you probably picket for gay rightsI crack your fucking jaw with a spinning kick in a cage fightSo negative, give a fuck what Ye likeY'all a bunch of wussies, a bushy puss of a crazed dykeI'm nervous; drink is stopping the stage frightThe burn in my dick when I piss feels like a snakebiteMy wife says she sick of my behaviorYou faggots stop comparing me to Tyler, The CreatorI've been on this shit before you was allowed in the theaterOf an R-rated movie and your dad was wearing gatorsAnd your mom was just a whore before your sister wore makeupYou was just a little bitch before you morphed into a hater"Jarren you're so provocative,""Do you have anything to say that's sort of positive?"Yup: suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a dickAnd by the way -- suck a dickYou don't like it and eat shit then slit your wristsAnd jump off a roof and land in a pool of syphilisUh, it's like my heart stopped carin'Ever since I signed with Hopsin everybody hates Jarren, bitch!You probably think I'm crazyAnd that may be a little bit trueSo you can think I'm crazy,But maybe I'm just different than youLa, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)La la, la la, la.Yeah, needles, dope and opiatesWho gives a fuck if I talk about drugs? Get over itMale chauvinist, hit a girl with a bowl of gritsAnd shove her fucking face in a bowl of shit; so inappropriateI'm the creepy custodianI stick a mop in your ass without no petroleum -- jellyAnd it's right back to sweeping linoleumNapoleon, I vote for Pedro at the podiumI sip vodka, rip propellers off of helicoptersHeavy hand'll slap your girlfriend's tits off herI'm awkward as quadriplegic kickboxersI'll kill you and drop your body in NicaraguaI'll punch a hole in the asphaltGo eat a fucking dick like a faggot on bath saltYou mad soft, if I'm a prick then it's my dad's faultI throw a dead cat on your porch and dash offI'm weird, I'll murder your rap careerAnd Super Glue my pubes to my face to make a beardGive me a couple beers and a power tool from SearsI'll give your ass a nice shape-up without shearsNow if you think you're fucking with me then go think againI'm ill enough to break in your house and murder your penOne sick bastard, mushrooms and acidKill 'em then I go and help they momma pick the casketNow I ain't come here to hurt nobodyWhy hate bitch? Show your boy love (yeah),Now where the hoes with the low self-esteem?Point 'em out cause they easy to fuckNow if they hating, fuck 'em, guns, brrr-uck 'em,Drugs, love 'em, girls, fuck 'em,D-boys, D-boys, all my niggasGoing fucking full tart off of Schlitz Malt Liquor!La, la, la, la, la, la, la (crazy)La la, la la, la
