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Jarren Benton( Jarren Giovanni Benton )
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Skitzo
[Verse 1] Yea, I'm throwing D's on the Cadillac Riding through Decatur, nigga, bumping verb zacarat You were fucking like a faggot never slung a crumb of crack Bash your fucking window in I drag you like a running back Tell your mom the zombie's back Fucking hypochondriac Gag a bitch and shove her in the dryer at the laundry-mat Cokehead insomniac, sipping on some Cognac Dude this fucking album sucks, I want my fucking money back Disadvantage, I'm schizophrenic, these bitches panic Dickin' Janice, I'm popping Xanax and speaking Spanish Na la cum la la cum pla, I ain't say a word A fucking nerd, I'm riding dirty with the Mossberg I am awkward, I'm sipping 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 brain's fried, heart's gone and my balls hurt I grab the nine to forty-five and let 'em all squirt Mr. Benton, bitches 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 fucking brick oven You niggas 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 Minuting through the city in a bullet proof suit I'm strong enough to rip a fucking roof up off a coupe You wanna play Tupac I throw you off the roof and run down and catch you Tell these niggas jam that got the juice Somebody call the doctor, Dr. Suess or Dr. Roof I'm so out of my fucking rocker any fucking doctor do I let the choppers loose and then I smoke a rock or two And spend a hundred grand on a one-legged prostitute [Chorus] Yea I'm going hard nigga, honey baked Big said more money, more niggas hate I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke Now let me show you what it means to be skitzo [Verse 2] Doctor call Brad Murray, Bitch I'm known to kill mics I meet you in your nightmares, and bash you with a steel pipe Somebody must have laced this heroin cause I don't feel right Just bought my wife a set of Martha Stewart stainless steel knives Hey, I'm fucking talking to you dickhead! Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you, idiot Roaming every city strips and grabbing every pretty tits Y'all niggas 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 bitch 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 Stomping a nigga to a seizure, smoking every spliff of reefer A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher Fucking schizo, eat the barrel of pistols I can shit 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 cemetery, 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! [Chorus]Yea I'm going hard nigga, honey baked Big said more money, more niggas hate I blow a couple recs, just took an eighth of coke Now let me show you what it means to be a skitzo [Jarren Talking] Yo Jarren, Jarren wake up dog Come on, yo wake the fuck up man, come on Come on, Yo Kato, Kato call 911 Man I think this fucker overdosed Get up man, come on, come on! [Kato talking] Yo Jarren, Jarren yo stop stop stop chill! Yo, you're just slappin, you're talking to yourself right now, man. I'm trying to study for this midterm, fuckin' schizo.
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