Crazy

歌詞

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 (x2) 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! 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 (x2) 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) (x2)