Nitwits With Antics - Straight Outta Therapy
Criado por Hollywood Seven com Udio AI
2024-04-27
Lyrics
It takes certain skills to be a rap artist. Not just anyone can do it. Some have the skills, some don’t. But these six have special attributes that make their success in the rap game guaranteed. Don’t fuck wit a brotha like me, yo Cause I’m down wit drin drinkin dat lean oh Now I’m ready fo tha pru pru pruno Pimpin ho hoes all over on tha scene oh Sometimes I muh muh mutter Each phrase I can’t ut utter Don’t make fun of a gangsta like me cause I gots such a bad stut stut stut stut stut stut stut stut stutter M.C. Little Control and I’m up next People laugh at me, I’ve got Tourette’s I tell ‘em I’m better and I’ve learned to fight it It only acts up when I get excited Like when I start rappin, oh fuck, fuck Shit bitch crap ass damn fart fart fart Horseshit fuck you pineapple faggot asshole Ass cunt ironing board pussy, fuck I give up Masta A.D.H.D. Is tha name I’m tha next one up ta play this game Speaking of games, I like Monopoly, Clue Risk, Uno, Twister, Blackjack, uhhhh, sorry Anyway, what was I saying, oh, by the way I saw a cute little dog today with a blue collar Blue like blueberries, bury my fingers in my nose Hey, whoop whoop, what were we talking about again? Biggie Blunt Force Trauma, is who I be That doctor told me I got C.T.E. Uh, I think I played football, um, maybe What did I just tell you my name was, baby? Uh, did you see where I, duh, left my keys? I’ll fucking punch you, stop making jokes about me. I’ll just drink some scotch, that always helps Um, am I right or left handed, derrrr I’m O. Cornbread DaQuan, O.C.D. Don’t step on cracks when you walk up to me. I gotta check nine times that the fridge is shut And use exactly twelve sheets, to wipe my butt I wash my hands, fifty times a day Put the spices on my counter alphabetically I always stand sideways, when I am rappin If I don’t, I think that something bad might happen I’m Busta Nut, last on this list Chronic masturbator, and arsonist I start small blazes, at every chance And always have my hand down the front of my pants When I see flames, my eyes both gleam My nutsack twitches out a drip of cream I start jerking hard when I watch these fires My right arm is huge but I’m always tired In all seriousness, mental health services are underfunded across the country. If this song made you smile at all, please e-mail your representatives and ask them to fund more services. Us nutcases need all the help we can get. If you or someone you know is in crisis, call or text 988. Peace and respect.
