Right For Me
I feel phenomenal as usualPharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me [?]But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago, or HoustonIn the corner trying to seek solitudeShallow but such a hollow dudeI won't even swallow solid foodAlcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of PisaTop it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of youRoses to violet mollies are blueLost in a ball of confusionIt's all an illusionIt's probably the shrooms I'm onCause I think I started hallucinatingCause I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shitAnd all I can do is follow the musicAnd end up with Paula Abdul at LollapaloozaFillin' water balloons with nail polish removerJust a problem in wallowing fumesI feel a type I gotta get looserAfter I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solutionConcentrated like orange juice so I'm not as dilutedCause all this delusion got me seein' shitExcusez-moi but that coochie that passedYou see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze butJuicier ass, it belongs in a juicerIt's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to it like I'm MarshallWanna try to meet my standards? I'll Introduce yaOh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuseBut my attitude is rubbin' off on the youthA chronic abuser, not only user of marijuanaI mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losersGot a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a nukeAnd a Rottweiler too, I'm not in the mood soWhen I say I'm bringing the tec outI'm not coming to repair your fuckin' electronic computersGod, I'm gonna pukeI'm so gone off the hookahI think I swallowed a loserI'm tore up, demolished a fuckin' stone like OliverLike I looked Medusa in the eyeball to seduce herThe thoughts I produce areLoony tunes, the box of [?]With latex gloves and the socks and shoesTo replace next up Veronica's boobsAnd a paychecks that were stuffed in a glove boxIn a blue honda with used condoms were clues theThe girl was just not the one suitable for him
[?]Will change meWe are [?] to be just like usWho will be the one [?][?]
But I can bend under pressure[?]Collapse and crumble perhapsRelapsing in the back in a [?]Well thats a bunch of crapIn the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rapAnd I'm sick in fact and humble thats enough of thatFuck that shit, cut the sackLike its a natural reactionThats why I'm actually trapped in this shoving matchCause push keeps coming to thatI can keep getting my ass kicked, keep it coming backLike a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit so madDisgruntled had some struggles yeahBut that passionate hunger's backThe fantastic juggling actAnd the way I flip my tongue on the trackIt's like verbal acrobaticsBut in factLast time I tried to pull off a dramatic stunt as drasticI fuckin' crashed my hovercraftAfter I strapped the duffel bag to my backAnd stuck the massive punchin' bag in itAn elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tackAnd a piece of plastic bubble wrapWent spastic and fuckin' snappedJumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acidStumbled back, recovered, back flippedAnd landed on a gymnastic tumble matAnd for my last trick, lunge on back lashOn a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the rudder in halfChuckled and laughed, buttaled my last rebuttalAnd just asked him to come crashAnd I go grab my go-go-gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattressAnd ceramic construction hatRubbed my magic mushroom tatFell off then splat, get up from thatFace taped to a waste paper basketThrow up then gas, lungs collapseAnd that's more likely to find someone that
[?]Will change meWe are [?] to be just like usWho will be the one [?][?]
Couple of shots of JägerPublic intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulationFluttered with thoughts of angerWhile I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin'"You're top ten ain't cha?" stop cause you fuckers are talkin' crazyAnd stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversationWhether you're punchin' a clock or famousUnderground, pop, or nameless, whatever your job isI can't fuck with your occupationYou're thinkin' just cause you came in with scrubsAnd you brought the scalpel and spongeThe oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeonStuck in the operating roomOnce you done, swapped your name with himSmuggled in Ronald ReaganIf you duck him up Donald FagenWhile juggling waffles bakingFuckin' McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel finagleThey flung it across the tableThen bump it and knock it shake itJumped and got in the way then disrupted my concentrationI said fuck it and lost my patienceSince they all woke up from sedationAin't none of you Doctor DreSo then what does it got you thinkin'That you can fuck with this operationAftermath, still running hip-hop amazingI'm still pluggin' alongNo need for an assumptionHere's confirmationI'm up for the long durationI'm just looking for something to walk away withSome pocket change and a little integrityThough I'll probably be jumpin' across the stageTill I'm fuckin' Madonna's ageStuck in an awkward place in my lifeBut I shit you not like I'm fucked up with constipationThat day will come before I stumble upon some ladies
[?]Will change meWe are [?] to be just like usWho will be the one [?][?]