Mayday! - Blur lyrics

Bad day with my b**h Negativity on my phone is ridiculous Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness Comin' at that sh** so vicious Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted Fans sayin' I switched They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic Got a call from Stevie, y'all know his steezie Said he's 'bout to come to KC, wanna have a get together, that's easy Got a little Cabo Wabo, some biz and Cîroc, yo They wanna have it at my house, is there room for Frizz and Pica**o? Hell yeah, come on down Told Makzilla be done on rounds, we gotta get more liquor, spread the fun around We 'bout to kick it with family, put the gun on down n***a, I ain't kicked it in eons 'Bout to be cooler than Freon Got another call from my homeboy in Denver, named Dion He just pulled into KC sayin' he's double fisted, with bottles I told him I was on liquor duty and ?Stone'em? was on models All of my n***as ready for action When I woke, I don't remember this crashin' I can try and tell you in the next verse But I don't really know what happened It's just a blur, blur, blur The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur It's just a blur, blur, blur The whole thing's just a blur, blur, blur The whole thing's just a blur Woke up, got sick, ain't nobody sleepin' in my sh** Looked in the mirror, that's f**ed up Because busted is my top lip Real busted, real puffy, like a n***a punched me the f** out I don't smoke by my mouth taste like big ? like my n***a Yukmouth I think I remember two chicks, one thick, another was a toothpick I think I was takin' shots with 'em, of Patrón, I don't do this KC Teas, ghetto suds, talkin' to the chick with ghetto bu*ts She was trippin' when another beautiful widow cut In front of me when she was talkin', I said "Oh, f**!" Everybody keep sayin' But I don't remember even seein' But I heard if you really wanna please Put one, two, and maybe three Glimpses of a house full of b**hes and dancin' And some losin' their pants, romancin' each other And eating each other, and beating these brotha's My publicist almost stuck a b**h Cause she punched my n***a with her f**ing fist But he kicked her out, instead ??? Then somehow when I touched her My lip hit her big head Scenario, what happened? That n***a keep laughin', cause he made all the drinks potent My lip is f**ed, I'm not jokin' Said she's made up with hips out, she 'bout 5'1", hell pretty, but cripped out Said she got a little co*ky, called me a demon and I flipped out Said her body was boozed up and her earlobes had a few cuts I told him I don't hit women, I don't do stuff I came downstairs, all my n***as still sprawled out The makings of Caribou Lou, now there's a loose screw