SoundState Beats - Get Weird lyrics

[Verse 1: Merkules] They keep swinging tryna knock me off my pedestal You're talking to the general I'm chopping up the medical A zombie in a centerfold I co*k it then I let it go A posse full of clever folk Stop it you were never dope See me in a leather coat Swag on a billion Pockets filled with chronic and a bag full of Ritalin Your name should be Jillian Quit acting like a female Ravaging these rappers watch me map it out in detail They need bail because they're stuck behind the bars Twist a dutch in a cigar You here to rumble in the yard Keep it humble 'round the guard Stuff the duffle full of crops Nothing's touching what we got Find us rushing in your spot Son I'm coming for the top So I'm bumping up the shocks Y'all are frontin' like a prop Under covers like a cop You'll get summoned by my plot They would love to see me stop till I buck 'em with a shot Motherf**ers gettin' dropped [Verse 2: Term K] Can't tell me nothing I'm stubborn and I'm self destructive Don't front He won't jump for what's held above him What a weirdo Hoppin' crooked-footed with a steel toe Chopping booger sugar till the mirror broke Gla**y eyes and a pedophile stache I'm a happy guy who pa**ersby never smile back at Farfegnugen while I'm barfing and puking He's a frickin' lame Either spittin' game or target shooting Gideons hate I'm ripping pages out the Bible just to blaze a spiff The faded gimp with the rapist wit Opinionated, picking favorites Cats try and bite my style and finna claim that I ain't flavorish? Pus drain from my penis head Blood stains on my cleanest threads Ac, I need my meds stat! Added a special ingredient to the recipe Been eating amphetamines screaming "everything's meaningless!" A celestial being with a head full of freaky sh** Wrestling demons, I'm a s**ual deviant I beat my dick like it owes me money It's a fever pitch Leaking sweat but my nose is runny Either going through withdrawals Or pulling a rickshaw Smoking a spliff Cough toss the roach on the clip I hit it till it's paper The illegitimate village idiot exhibiting some sinister behavior lately [Verse 3: G-Mo Skee] I spit it pretty weird with the f**ing Palmer Squares Nuts like Britney Spears when she shaved all her hair I give her head ma**ages with nitroglycerin Now her sh** is shining like a motherf**ing crystal ball Man I live on the same block as Jimmy Bones But I'm still the most infamous n***a the city's known I tell a fat thirsty b**h to come give me dome Then finger f** her and pull out a couple kidney stones My skin's like a turtle shell and it's a b**h to break All the bullets you shot are failing to penetrate f** what you bench It's irrelevant if you lifting weights Cause one punch will make your skeleton liquidate n***as say Geronimo got caught f**ing a donkey in Tijuana so he's locked in Guantanamo I would remind you not to f** with me but you already oughta know I'll put you in a box like AWESOM-O I'm f**ing monstrous I'll stab you with a Caribbean pufferfish Poison you and let your a** suffer b**h I'm always looking for new weapons to smother with It's not a strange music disc when you get your brother lynched I'm stuffing body ligaments in a cold fridge Then throwing them in the yard full of starved adult pigs They tried to fry me but the lie detector test came back negative Just like the forensic results did [Verse 4: Acumental] I'm a weirdo Take a paper clip to a clear hole Ac raid your fridge like "where'd all the beer go?" Hear no evil don't speak none either But I see some people in sheer domineer mode Nasty as a post-op tranny with a nose job standing on a soapbox slamming a Patrón shot I puff weed and cut speed like a road block Oh goddamn we gettin' wacky with the flow now! Lost in a maze of my fraudulent ways Washing your brains like cloth when it stains Got a naughty a** broad uncrossing her legs See I'm a saucier serving up sausage and eggs My girl sell seashells by the seashore A petite ho High heels and a pea coat Swing low sweet chariot Carry me home Heat roll, twirling L's up with G-Mo The omnivores with empty pockets at the dollar store Live and let die Word is bond like Roger Moore I drop a lure and feel a nibble on my line But I got bigger fish to fry cooking Tilapia with olive oil Hotter than a pot of boiling water I'm a flower sprouting from the potted soil Another shot and then I'm out the door Yeah I'm bouncin' I'll see you where the gra** is greener Acid dreaming y'all from here to Pasadena Get WEIRD