Cruger - Write Whatever Pops Into Your Mind Type sh** lyrics

[Hook] I wasn't always like this; I used to be gone like; Make every line a punch line tip! But now I write quick! On that; Write whatever pops into your mind type sh**! X2 [Verse 1] I don't relate to; anybody in my age group If you're in your early 20's I hate you Take 'shrooms and decorate rooms It ain't fruit when I say I eat brain food Zombie, Make moves that are dodgy Off key; all hell breaks loose from me Take your money; you can hate or love me They say I'm nutty cause I think that games in funny games are funny Indeed, I got that pimp steeze Only time I say please to a b**h is; b**h please Show no respect! Have s** Give you a dirty sanchez and pa** you an andrex Badly dressed, no fashion sense On special occasions; I don't dress to impress, I dress like I'm decorating Socially awkward; if you ring my phone I'll ignore it [Hook] [Verse 2] All work and no play makes fred a Dull boy All work and no play makes fred a Dull boy I'm bored; Collaborate? That's crazy talk I'm straight up raw; Freestyle a verse you paid me for (Ha ha) The fans love me! Rap's a joke! (And I'm not even that funny!) Don't have money, no control of my life; I'm in the drivers seat, but I'm a crash dummy I'm Cruger; I'll grab a gat and shoot ya Bazuka your verruca with an actual bazooka Blow your legs off; How's it feel? When they put you in a wheelchair; I'll roll you down a hill Chill! f** a TV guide! I'm on my PC high; Watching 3D pipes! (WOOAH!!!!!) When I'm awake; I'm sleepy I plan to take it easy and make a Lazy EP [Hook] [Verse 3] Won't stop until the weekly amount of Jobseekers Allowance reaches a thousand I'm free-styling, the Lazy EP; Cause it's too Lazy to be an album Rapping ain't hard Everyone's whack (And I'm even whacker than they are!) I'm bored So awkward to interact with; You're better off talking a different language It's no difference; I won't listen to what you're saying I wander off mid conversation You wear make-up and a bra I'll punch you so hard; You'll need the make-up to cover your scars And I can't drive, but I'll run you down fast And leave you like Cape Fear under my car Raggo; me and rap go like; Stan Hope, pancho on the Man Show [Hook]