Jarren Benton - GED lyrics

[Intro: Kato] I just got my G.E.D So there ain't sh** you can say to me [x3] Yeah, Kato Jarren, Benton 4, Ize Waddup? You ever try to s** your own dick? That sh** never works do it? I just got my G.E.D. n***a! Finna style on these n***as [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Every day I wake up (yawn) Tryna get this cake up Smack a b**h so hard, I knock off all her make-up Stomach rumbling, f**ing rappers 'bout to get ate up Y'all a bunch of queers, they cheering for team Jacob Josephine Baker, blowing green acres Bully n***as for lunch money, I need paper f** with me, is bump 50 with clean razors And I stand the f** out like new shorts and pink gators Torpedo on my arm b**h up out the norm' And I'm posted at the bar all day like I'm Norm Clueless like a Blood in a blue uniform And the sh** I'm smoking got me seeing blue unicorns (woo) Stunting on these n***as like I just hit the lottery Dick in your b**h a**, like a colonoscopy Got my GED, but I majored in philosophy Got a minor in psychology, who's f**ing hot as me? n***as think it's a game, cause Jarren's a monopoly Sawed off shotgun, to break you off properly Stand between me and my paper, like apostrophe Give n***as lobotomies, they sh**tin' out colostomies b**hes used to diss me, they ain't wanna talk to me Jock's shoved me in the lockers cause I act awkwardly Now I'm getting p**y like I study gynecology The dopest n***a from the bottom, yeah b**h, I got him here [Verse 2: 4ize] Uh-huh, I said yeah b**h I gotta be Blessed like the Dalai Lama Your mama honour me Probably, it's certified, guaranteed Kato, Jarren B, 4ize apparently The illest motherf**ers like 3, the hard ways So I freestyle, getting off at freedom parkway Okay? Is y'all pissed off yet? Cut the cheque, my money long as Chris Bosh neck With paid salary in Eric 9's art gallery I'm a beast, with the vampire immortality In the pale moonlight, dancing I'm dancing, romancing fine b**hes like Scarlett Johansson Freaky s*uts and tramps with these hoes I'll show 'em what they p**y made for Black, white, Indian, Italian, Asians and Puerto Ricans f**ing every colour in the rainbow My fire, flame, oh I'm smoking on the best for a living And s** is a given if I'm next to a pigeon Chicken head, hood rat, googoo with a monkey The amba**ador, I do it for my country Do it for the haters, I do it for hip-hop Ain't nothin peewee up under my big top I'm hard headed like a bo*er Stupid like Homer With a general education diploma [Verse 3: Laws] Castlevanian mansion Ring, Brady and Manson Ballerina in the attic and the lady's dancing 80 phantoms, maybe I'm inhaling branson And maybe I'm Bronson Super s**m, break the condom A hundred kids walk around with my physical structure My older son drank 'till he made his liver rupture My second oldest like Moses 'Cept he took two of every creature, put 'em in his freezer and he froze 'em My brain half dead, pledge allegiance to the chosen These hookers want my kids, caught 'em leaving with the trojan Try and empty it with legs open I close-lined her in the Days Inn parking lot and now she choking I'm laughing at the moon while I'm rapping to this tune I will make an a** out of you if you ever a**ume Configure me cause I'm using simplicity I will f**ing stab you next month, and turn the future to history People think I'm a prophet cause I'm dressing like Socrates Easy access, has always been my philosophy I don't even flow, my words sit on top of the beat Kathy Bates style, use a clock to (pluck?) your feet Down with the sledge hammer, call me 5-0 Dead rappers, I don't turn heads, I give neck fractures And split heads after Call me Jack the Rapper You motherf**ers pitch crack, I attack the battle [Outro: Kato] I just got my G.E.D So there ain't sh** you can say to me [x3]