Mac Lethal - Crazy lyrics

Seven on the beat
Kansas City, motherfuckface (word)
See I don't wear those
Trendy-ass dunks anymore
Or them dumb-ass Bathing Ape hoodies
You know what, man? This is
Not an independent rap beat, can you tell?
Listen to that bass
(Rhymesayers entertainment)
It's gonna flip your car over

What I want you to do is, uh-
Tell your grandmother to stop bitching
Load your bong up
Take a fat-ass hit right now

Good evening
I've arrived to clean your pill drawer out
And talk to birds like Kilgore Trout
I shout out loud
I think that most these rappers out
Are probably into guys actually
Cause they want five mics
I'd rather have five Mallories
When I write unraveled violent shades
Of quite contagious psycho babble
Hit me with a big steel shovel
Dig me in the white stone gravel
At the live show frazzled
Provoke the ravenous mischief the
Counter rhythms are rowdy
But fuck these rappers, they're bitches
Cops come with their sirens like 'wee oo
Wee oo' i'm too illegal with the ink pen
Push or click over like somebody's
Trying to beep in
Everyday is Saturday so baby
Hit the snooze button, let's sleep in
I say I'm selfish but they never listen
So I took 'em Christmas shopping and
I bought myself a television
Better find the troll up hold up got
A clever line to pull up
Johnny Rotten popped an Oxycontin
Nevermind the bullocks, oh!

Live up in your city I'm
About to steal the show
These people disagree but I don't
Listen to 'em though
I'll never do a stupid dance up in my video
I'm perfectly content with being crazy

I received an e mail from the
President of a Nigerian bank
It said he had a hundred
Thousand dollars for me (Thanks)
I can now invent my engine for
The hard shell truth served
In the barbell-brute version of Marcel
Proust words in a capsule
Attacking the vocabulary kingdom
See not everybody's cool
I got the swagger of a penguin
What you're seein is a dirty
Splash of Kansas City Eurotrash
Your surly-ass uncle, counting dirty cash
Cops pull me over with their
Sirens like 'wee oo, wee oo'
I'm driving drunk like it's the weekend
Boy I gives a fuck, me and the
Homie Al Swearengen chill
Brandy I'll swill
Taking synthetic heroin pills
I lo-lo-love the taste of hops
And malted barley and beer
It makes me wanna bite who's
On stage like Carlos Mencia
But I don't steal
I've had a charming career
So bring your armor and gear
Because the dope style harbingers here oh!

Buy me a drink I've got
Some craziness to kill
People spreading rumors
They ain't saying shit for real
Kansas City motherfucker
Full of dangerous skill
I'm perfectly content with being crazy
(Hell yeah)