Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skitzo, artist - Jarren Benton.
Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Skitzo |
Yea, I’m throwin D’s on the Cadillac |
Riding through Decatur nigga, bumping Burt Bacharach |
You a fuckin' liar faggot, never slung a crumb of crack |
Bash your fuckin window in |
I drag you out your pontiac |
Tell your mom the zombie’s back |
Fucking hypochondriac |
Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry mat |
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac |
Dude this fuckin album sucks I want my fuckin money back |
Disadvantage, I’m schizophrenic, these bitches panic |
Dickin Janice, I’m poppin Xanax and speaking Spanish |
Na la cum la la cum pla, I ain’t say a word |
A fuckin' nerd, I’m riding dirty with the Mossberg |
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 |
'Teen 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 gone and my balls hurt |
I grab the nine to forty-five and let ‘em all squirt |
Mr. Benton, bitches said they sick of him |
I’m up at Micky Ds, I get an English McMuffin |
You hang around all pigs like you McLovin |
I shove a freakin prick inside a fuckin brick oven |
You niggas 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 dick just like a hula hoop |
Maneuver through the city in a bullet proof suit |
I’m strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coup |
You wanna play 2Pac |
I throw you off the roof and run down and catch you |
Tell these niggas «Jarren got the juice» |
Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Ruth |
I’m so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doc’ll do |
I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two |
And spend a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute |
Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked |
Big say more money, more niggas hate |
I blow a couple racks, just took an eighth of coke |
Now let me show you what it means to be skitzo |
Doctor Conrad Murray, Bitch I’m known to kill mics |
And meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steel pipe |
Somebody must have laced this heroin cause I don’t feel right |
Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steal knives |
Hey, I’m fuckin talking to you dickhead! |
Jarren, he’s dead he cannot hear you, idiot |
Roaming every cities strips and grabbing every pretty tits |
Yall niggas playing hookie, mister Benton’s 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 bitch in the face cause she’s a dick 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 niggas to a seizure, smoking every spliff of reefer |
A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher |
Fucking skitzo eat the barrel of pistols |
I can shit a hand grenade and piss 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! |
Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked |
Big said more money, more niggas hate |
I blow a couple racks, just took an eighth of coke |
Now let me show you what it means to be a schitzo |
Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dog |
Come on, yo wake the fuck up man, come on |
Come on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911 |
Man I think this fucker overdosed |
Yo Jarren, Jarren |
Stop, stop, stop! |
Chill |
Yo, you’re just slapping… |
You’re talking to yourself right now man |
I’m trynna study for this midterm… |
Fucking Skitzo… |