I feel phenomenal as usual
Pharmaceuticals
Glue stick to crucify me at Bonnaroo
But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee
Chicago  or Houston
In the corner tryna seek solitude
Shallow but such a hollow dude
I won't even swallow solid food
Alcoholic too
Plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pisa
Top it off I'm on mushrooms
So fuck all of ya
Roses are violet
Mollies are blue
Lost in a ball of confusion
It's all an illusion
It's probably the shrooms I'm on
Cuz I think I started hallucinatin'
Cuz I just thought I just heard
Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit
And all I can do is follow the music
And end up wit Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
Filling water balloons wit nail polish remova

Just a pro'lem in wallowin' fumes
I feel uptight I got to get loosa
Afta I finish polishin' off
This bottle of booze I got a solution
Concentrated like orange juice
So I'm not as diluted
Cuz all this delusion got me seein' shit
Excusez-moi but that coochie did pass
Ya see her ass
Wouldn't make her my main squeeze
But juicier ass  it belongs in a juicer
It's mouth waterin' too
So I walked up to it like I'm Marshall
Wanna try to meet my standards
I'll duce ya
Oh I'm a misogynist too
But I'm not a masseuse
But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth
A chronic abuser

Not only user of marijuana
I mean verbal assault
That I use to smoke all of ya losers
Got a bazooka  a shotgun
A ruger  a Glock  and a nuke
And a Rottweiler too
I'm not in the mood so
When I say I'm bringin' the Tech out
I'm not comin' to repair
Yo fucking electronic computers

God  I'm goin' to puke
I'm so gone off the hookah
I think I swallowed a loofa
I'm tore up  demolished
A fucking stone like Oliver
Like I looked Medusa
In the eyeball to seduce her
The thoughts I produce are loony tunes
The box of usable latex gloves
And the socks and the shoes
2 replace next up Veronica's boobs
And a paychecks
That were stuffed in a glove box
In a blue Honda wit used condoms were clues

The girl was just not the one suitable fo' or

Right fo' me  will change me
Rearrange my head 2 be

Just right fo' ya and me
Don't laugh  please listen

Thought I'd give in to the pressure
Collapse and crumble perhaps
Relapsing under that
Well that's a bunch of crap
In the clutch  I'm the Captain Crunch of rap
And I'm sick of acting humble
That's enough of that
Fuck that shit  cut the sack
Like it's a natural reaction
That's why I'm actually trapped in
This shoving match
Cuz push keeps coming to that
I can keep getting my ass kicked
Im coming back
Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit
Still mad
Disgruntled had sum' struggles yeah
But that passionate hunger's back
The fantastic juggling act
& the way I flip my tongue on the track
It's like verbal acrobatics  but in fact
Last time I tried to
Pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic
I fucking crashed my hovercraft
Afta I strapped the duffel bag to my back
And stuck the massive punchin' bag in it
An elastic bungee strap
Proper plaster  a thumb tack
& a piece of plastic bubble wrap
Went spastic and fuckin' snapped
Jumped and splashed in a puddle of battery acid
Stumbled back  recovered  back flipped
And landed on a gymnastic tumble mat

And for my last trick  lunge on back lash
On a N A S A  shuttle flap
Fuckin' snapped the rudder in half
Chuckled and laughed
Buttaled my last rebuttal
And just asked him to come crash
And I go grab my Go-Go-Gadget
Inflatable gigantic humongous mattress
And ceramic construction hat
Rubbed my magic mushroom tat
Fell off then splat  get up from that
Face taped to a waste paper basket
Throw up then gas  lungs collapse
And that's mor likely
Than finding someone that's
Right fo' me  will change me
Rearrange my head 2 be

Just right for ya and me
Don't laugh  please listen

Couple of shots of Jäger
Public intoxication  dis fucking intoxication

Flooded wit thoughts of anger
While I was away I know probably sum'
Of ya got 2 thinking
'You're top 10  ain't ya '
Stop cuz ya fuckas are talking crazy
And stop interrupting
You're not even up in the conversation

Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous
Underground  pop  or nameless
Whatever yo job is
I came 2 fuck wit yo occupation
You're thinking just cuz ya came in wit scrubs
And ya brought the scalpel and sponge
The oxygen tank and the suction
And shot the brain surgeon
Stuck in the operating room
Once ya done swapped yo name wit him
Smuggled in Ronald Reagan
Dug him up  Donald Fagen
While juggling waffles baking
Fucking McDonald's egg
And cheese sausage bagel finagle
They flung it across the table
Then bump it and knock it shake it
Jumped and got in the way
Then disrupted my concentration
I said fuck it and lost my patience
Since they all woke up from sedation
Ain't none of ya Doctor Dre
So then what does it got ya thinking
Ya can fuck wit this operation aftamath

Still running hip-hop amazing
I'm still plugging along
No need for an assumption
Here's confirmation
I'm up for the long duration

I'm just looking for sumething 2 walk away wit
Sum' pocket change and a lil integrity
Tho' I'll probably be jumping across the stage
Till I'm fucking Madonna's age and
Stuck in an awkward place in my life
But I shit ya not like
I'm fucked up wit constipation
That day will come
Befor I stumble upon sum' lady thats
Right for me  will change me
Rearrange my head 2 be

Just right for ya and me
Don't laugh  please listen