Kato - Skitzo lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yea, I'm throwin D's on the Cadillac Riding through Decatur n***a, bumping Burt Bacharach You a f**in' liar f*ggot, never slung a crumb of crack Bash your f**in window in I drag you out your pontiac Tell your mom the zombie's back f**ing hypochondriac Gag a b**h and shove her in the dryer at the laundry mat Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac Dude this f**in album s**s I want my f**in money back Disadvantage, I'm schizophrenic, these b**hes panic Dickin Janice, I'm poppin Xanax and speaking Spanish Na la cum la la cum pla, I ain't say a word A f**in' 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, b**hes 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 f**in brick oven You n***as 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 f**ing roof up off a coup You wanna play 2Pac I throw you off the roof and run down and catch you Tell these n***as "Jarren got the juice" Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Ruth I'm so out of my f**ing rocker any f**ing 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 [Hook: Jarren Benton] Yea I'm going hard n***a, honey baked Big say more money, more n***as hate I blow a couple racks, just took an eighth of coke Now let me show you what it means to be skitzo [Verse 2: Jarren Benton] Doctor Conrad Murray, b**h I'm known to k** mics And meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steal pipe Somebody must have laced this h**n cause I don't feel right Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steal knives Hey, I'm f**in talking to you dickhead! Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you, idiot Roaming every cities strips and grabbing every pretty tits Yall n***as 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 b**h 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 n***as to a seizure , smoking every spliff of reefer A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher f**ing skitzo eat the barrel of pistols I can sh** 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! [Hook: Jarren Benton] Yea I'm going hard n***a, honey baked Big said more money, more n***as hate I blow a couple racks, just took an eighth of coke Now let me show you what it means to be a schitzo [Bridge: Jarren Benton] Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dog Come on, yo wake the f** up man, come on Come on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911 Man I think this f**er overdosed [Outro: Kato] 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... f**ing Skitzo...