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Right for Me
  • Ce titre est extrait de l'album : Shady XV
  • Année de sortie : 2014
  • Label : Universal
[Verse 1]
I feel phenomenal as usual
Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to
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 even swallow solid food
Alcoholic too, plus I'm on lean like the Tower of Pizza
Top it off I'm on mushrooms so fuck all of you
Roast to violet mollies are blue
Lost in a ball of confusion

Its all an illusion
Its probably the shrooms I'm on
Cause I think I started hallucinating
Cause I just thought I just heard Jay Electronica and Odd Feature new shit
And all I can do is follow the music
And end up Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
Filling water balloons with nail polish remover
Just a problem in wallowing fumes
I feel a type I gotta get looser

After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got a solution
Concentrated like orange juice so I'm not as diluted
Cause all this delusion got me seeing shit
Excuse'em but that coochie did pass
You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my main squeeze butt
Juicier ass, it belonged to the juicer
His mouth watering too so I walked up to it like I'm Marshall
Wanna try to meet my standards? I'm a Introduce you
Oh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a misuse
But my attitude is rubbing off on the youth
A chronic abuser, not only user of marijuana
I mean verbal assault that I use to smoke all of you losers
Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ruger, a Glock, and a nuke
And a Rottweiler too, I'm not in the mood so
When I say I'm bringing the tec out
I'm not coming too repair your fucking electronic computers
God, I'm gonna puke
I'm so gone off the hooka
I think I swallowed a loser
I'm tore up, demolished a fucking stone like
Medusa and an eyeball to seduce her
The thoughts I produce are
Loony tunes, the box of
With latex gloves and the socks and shoes
To replace next up Veronica's boobs
And a paychecks that were stuffed in a glove box
In a blue honda with used condoms were clues the
The girl was just not the one suitable for him


[Verse 2]
But I
Collapsed and crumbled perhaps
Relapse in a
Well thats a bunch of crap
In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of rap
And I'm sick in fact and humble thats enough of that
Fuck that shit, cut the sack

Like its a natural reaction
Thats why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match
Cause push keeps coming to that
I can keep getting my ass kicked, keep it coming back
Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit so mad
Disgruntled had some struggles yeah
But that passionate hunger's back
The 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 stunt as drastic
I fucking crashed my hovercraft
After I strapped the duffel bag to my back
And stuck the massive punching bag in it
An elastic bungee strap, proper plaster, a thumb tack
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 back lash
On a NASA shuttle flap, fucking snapped the rudder in half
Chuckled and laughed, buttaled my last rebuttal

And just asked him to come crash
And I go grab my go-go-gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattress
And ceramic construction hat
Rubbed my magic mushroom tat
Fell off then splat, get up from that
Face taped to a waste paper basket
Throw up then gas, lungs collapse
And that's more likely to find someone that


[Verse 3]
Couple of shots of Jäger
Public intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation
Fluttered with thoughts of anger

While I was away I know probably some of you got to thinkin
Your top ten aintcha, stop cause you fuckers are talking crazy
And stop interrupting your not even up in the conversation
Whether your punching a clock or famous
Underground, pop, or nameless, whatever your job is
I can't fuck with your occupation
Your thinking just cause you came in with scrubs
And you brought the scalpel and sponge
The oxygen tank and the suction and shot the brain surgeon
Stuck in the operating room
and swapped your name with him
Smuggled in Ronald Reagan
If you duck him up Donald Feagan
While juggling waffles baking
Fucking McDonalds egg and cheese sausage bagel
They flunged it across the table
Then bump it and knock it shake it
Jumped and got in the way and disrupted my concentration
Said fuck it and lost my patience
Since they all woke up from sedation
Ain't none of you Doctor Dre
So then what does it got you thinkin
That you can fuck with this operation

Still running hip-hop amazing
I'm still plugging along
No need for a
Here's confirmation
I'm up for a longer duration
I'm just looking for something to walk away with
Some pocket change and a little intergrity
Though I'll probably be jumping across the stage
Till I'm fucking Madonna's agent
Stuck in an awkward place in my life
But I shit you not like I'm fucked up with constipation
That day will come before I stumble upon some ladies

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