Right For Me

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I feel phenomenal as usual Pharmaceuticals boosted and cruiser bomber But I don't know if I'm in Tennessee, Chicago or Houston In the corner trying to seek solitude Shallow but such a hollow dude I won't swallow solid food Alcoholic too; plus I'm leaning like the Tower of Pisa To top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck olives Roses are violet, mommies are blue I'm lost up all in the confusion, it's all an illusion it's probably the shrooms that I'm on 'Cause I think I started hallucinating 'Cause I just thought I heard J-Electronica and all this new shit And all I could do was follow the music and end up With Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza Filling water balloons with nail polish remover Just to pop 'em and wallow in fumes I'm feelin' tight, I gotta get looser After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I gotta solution, concentrated like orange juice So I'm not as deluded 'Cause all this delusion got me seeing shit Excusez-moi but that hoochie that passed You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze but You see her ass? It belongs in a juicer. It's mouthwatering too, so I walked up her like, "I'm Marshall. Wanna try and meet my standards?" I'm a seduce you. Oh, I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse. But my attitude's rubbing off on you - UNGH Chronic abuser and I don't mean user of marijuana I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers Gotta bazooka, a shotgun, a Ruger, a Glock, a nuke and a Rottweiler too And I'm not in the mood so when I say I'm bringing the tech out I'm not coming to repair your fucking electronic computers God I'm gonna puke I'm so far gone with a hookah I think I swallowed a Luther, I'm talk' - ugh. I'm modest I'm fucking stoned like Oliver Like olive Medusa in her eyeball seduce her The thoughts of a producer Looney Tunes The box of reusable latex gloves and the socks and the shoes to replace Next up Veronica's boobs and a paycheck stub was stuffed in the glove box of a blue Honda with used condoms We're cruising her Girl was just not the one suitable * Right for me will change me real/ will reach my hand will be just right for/Right for me/for me... But I can visit the pressure collapse and crumble Perhaps relapsing but that's a bunch of crap And the clutch and I'm the Cap'n Crunch of rap I'm sick of acting humble and that's enough of that Fuck that shake off the sack and it's a natural reaction It's why I'm actually trapped in a shoving match 'Cause push always keeps coming to that I can keep getting my ass kicked and keep coming back Like a sarcastic crumpled pack of shit mad disgruntled hats Some struggle yeah but the hunger's back and I'm a fantastic juggling act And 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 stunners drastic I fucking crashed my hovercraft after I strapped I duffle bag to my back And stuffed a massive punching bag in it And an elastic bungee strap rubber plaster Thumbtack and a piece of plastic bubble wrap Went spastic and fucking 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 the back of the NASA shuttle flap Fucking snap the rudder in half, chuck 'em and laugh But ain't my last rebuttal and just askin' them to come crashing And I grab by go go gadget inflatable gigantic humungous mattress My ceramic construction hat, got my magic mushroom taped Get up from them and splat get up from that Face taped to a wastepaper basket Throw up and gasp lungs collapsed And that's more likely than finding someone that's- *Repeat Couple shots of Jaeger, public intoxication Dis-fuckin'-combobulation Flooded with thoughts of anger Well that was a way I know probably some of you got to thinkin' you toxic nation Stop it, you fuckers are talking crazy Stop interrupting, you're not even up in the conversation Whether you're punching a clock or famous Underground popular nameless Whatever your job is I don't give a fuck what your occupation is You thinkin' just because you came in with scrubs And you brought the scalpel, sponge, the oxygen tank and the suction and Shot the brain surgeon stuck in the operating room Once and you swapped names with him Smuggled in Ronald Reagan If you dug him up Donald Fagen While juggling waffles bacon the fucking McDonald's egg and cheese sausage bagel finagle They flung it across the table Then bump it and knock and it shake it Jumped and got in the way then Disrupted by concentration I said "Fuck it!!" and lost my patience They all look up from sedation Ain't none of you Dr. Dre so what is it Got you thinking you can fuck with this operation? Still running hip hop Amazing I'm still plugging along No need for assumption his confirmation, I'm up for a long duration I'm just lookin' for something to walk away with Some pocket change and a little integrity Though I'll probably be jumping across the stage 'til I'm fucking Madonna's age Stop in an awkward place in my life That I shit you not like I'm fucking with constipation That day will come before I finally stumble upon some ladies *Repeat