Spaide R.I.P.P.E.R. - Retarded lyrics

[Verse 1: Stevie Stone] I said I'm smokin' on the kush and I'm sippin' on the Henny We ran up outta Crown, gotta trade up on the Rémy My attitude is f**in', we connectin' with the Ripper We got some college b**hes and converted em to strippers Now lieutenant go dumb and leave the whole party numb We pull the model b**hes that a keep a n***a cumin' Retarded, retarded got me feelin' like a junkie Debatin' takin' some Molly, take a shot of Bra** Monkey Now I'm here for [?] [?] more gettin' Try to spark c-conversation S-S-Stutter when I'm spittin' What I'm missin'? (Stevie Stone gone let these n***a know mane) Pay attention (Strange Music, Zombie mob on these n***as mane) Yeah Make room Clear the way Please forgive me, be forgettin' what I say b**h I'm 'bout to be a problem in the game Make room for me, for me Room for me, for me, room! [Hook] I might stutter when I talk, cause I'm retarded Might lean when I walk, cause I'm retarded Make room for me, for me, room for me I'm retarded A little drool from my mouth when I talk, cause I'm retarded [Verse 2: Spaide R.I.P.P.E.R.] If I pop another pill I might wake up in a hearse I'm going backwards in time watchin' y'all move in reverse Last night I grew wings and was flying over the church I'm gone outta orbit, teleported back to Earth But my cup still muddy, yeah I'm still sipping Syrup I hope my heart don't stop before I finish this verse [?] I'm on a bad trip, all the walls started melting I took another puff of that strong and I started panicking Me and Stevie Stone, we froze we look like mannequins Ripper he retarded he gone he on that other sh** Put me in a same category you would put Brotha Lynch You can ask my brotha 'nem. In school I was extra bad I rode home on the short bus, special cla** I'm so outta order, I'm on that fire water I don't know when I'm high, dog I just know when I'm sober