Jarren Benton - Skitzo lyrics

Yea, I’m throwin D’s on the Cadillac
Riding through Decatur nigga
Bumping Burt Bacharach
You a fuckin’ liar faggot
Never slung a crumb of crack
Bash your fuckin window in
I drag you out your pontiac
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 fuckin album sucks I
Want my fuckin money back
Disadvantage, I’m schizophrenic
These bitches panic dickin Janice
I’m poppin Xanax and speaking Spanish
Na la cum la la cum pla, I ain’t say a word
A fuckin’ nerd
I’m riding dirty with the Mossberg
I am awkward, I’m sippin 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 brains 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 fuckin 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
Maneuver through the city in
A bullet proof suit
I’m strong enough to rip a fucking
Roof up off a coup you wanna play 2Pac
I throw you off the roof and
Run down and catch you
Tell these niggas "Jarren got the juice"
Somebody call the doctor, Dr suess or Dr ruth
I’m so out of my fucking
Rocker any fucking doc'll do
I let the choppers loose and then
I smoke a rock or two
And spend a hundred grand on
A one legged prostitute

Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked
Big say more money, more niggas hate
I blow a couple racks
Just took an eighth of coke
Now let me show you what
It means to be skitzo

Doctor Conrad Murray
Bitch I’m known to kill mics
And 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 steal knives
Hey, I’m fuckin talking to you dickhead!
Jarren, he's dead he cannot hear you, idiot
Roaming every cities strips and
Grabbing every pretty tit's
Yall 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
Stompin niggas to a seizure
Smoking every spliff of reefer
A bully throwing geeks off the top bleacher
Fucking skitzo 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 cemetary
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!

Yea I’m going hard nigga, honey baked
Big said more money, more niggas hate
I blow a couple racks
Just took an eighth of coke
Now let me show you what it
Means to be a schitzo

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

Yo Jarren, Jarren stop, stop, stop! Chill
Yo, you're just slapping
You're talking to yourself right now man
I'm trynna study for this midterm
Fucking Skitzo