Lyrics:

Yea, Im throwing Ds on the Cadillac
Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping verb zacarat
You a fucking lier faggot never slung a crumb of crack
Bash your fucking window and I drag out you pontiac
Tell your mom the zombies back
Fucking hypochondriac
Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat
Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac
Dude this fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back
Disadvantage, Im schizophrenic, these bitches panic
Dickin' Janice, Im popping Xanax and speaking Spanish
Na la cum la la cum pla, I aint say a word
A fucking nerd, Im riding dirty with the Mossberg
I am awkward, Im sipping cough syrup
Im 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 brain's fried, hearts gone and my balls hurt
I grab the nine to forty-five and let em all squirt
Mr. Benton, bitches say they sick of him
Im up at Micky Ds, I get an English McMuffin
You hang around all pigs like you McLovin
I shove a freakin prick inside a fucking 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
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