Transformations

Okay, so, alright Psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker Blew my shit up with a thumb up, like Henry Winkler My bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger What? Um, let me, let me try, let me try that again Okay, like I was sayin' Alright, said, um I'm a psychopathic thinker, hyperactive drinker I blew my shit up with a thumb up, like Henry Winkler My bitch is like a king cover, put it in her sphincter Your bitch like a bad fart, all she do is linger Shit, I should've been a singer I should have been Curt Schilling, woulda had a sinker Ahead of y'all chillin', you lookin' at my blinkers Rappers is some bumblebees, pullin' out your stingers Yeah, I'm gettin' high, smokin' weed again And lean for the low, for the medium Couple of my homies were on CNN I changed the channel once they went into commercials Yeah, delusional Waldo Emerson Just like you, I love football and lesbians Never deal with bitches, 'cause bitches are some thespians Save the drama for your motherfuckin' mama Oh Jesus, who's the rapper with the gold penis? Put away your money, scrub, I ain't doin' no features This ain't a motherfuckin' drill, bitch, I'm young Jehova In the backyard with pads on, runnin' Oklahomas Get low