Oh, I'm discombobulated
Everything's all fucked up
I'm discombobulated, discombobulated
Miss, you ovulating? Wait, I didn't mean to piss you off, my lady
What I really meant to say is, it goes a little something like this
I smell the scent of a blunt, ah, what a wonderful scent
I'm a hundred percent high now, son of a bitch
I'm the son of a bitch, all the other kids
Made fun of my sit-uation, I used to get my ass kicked
Until I got bigger, now they can suck a dry ass dick
I eat a bully like a wet pussy, I act sick
I smack six of my cock-sucking psychiatrists
Common sense, I lack, my life isn't all lilacs, bitch
I'm on a kayak, no paddles and no life jacket
Canoeing backwards, with my back facing Niagara Falls
Big balls, dick is one size that fits all, shit, y'all
Okay, it's small, kiss my ass, prick
You can lick my crack from the front all the way to my back, dick
Teabag you like Brüno when he landed in my lap, shit
I'm a Venus flytrap, my penis catches dykes that sit
Like a genius, I rap, yeah bitch, I know you like that shit
Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is white
So to-and-fro and side-to-side
Am I comin' or goin'? Man, I can't decide
'Cause back is forth now and stop means go
No means yes, but yes don't mean no
So, baby, please, take off your clothes
(No!) Yes! (No!) Yes! (No!) No! (Yes!) Oh! (Oh!)
Critics si-day I si-day the same shi-dit, I'm always va-raping a bi-ditch
Well, fi-duck 'em, they can si-duck my di-dick when I'm taking a shi-dit
Mid-y middle fid-inger is ex-tid-ended now, should I tell 'em where to put it?
I'm si-do fed up with it, they ask me dumb shi-dit
Like, do I feel any remorse? Shit, of course
Did Christopher Reeves pee the bed?
There's no need for me to beat a dead horse
Get it? Yeah, I said it, now go home behind closed doors
Put on my knee-high spinny skirt and my Levi's hit the floor
And perform oral sex on a Miley blow-up doll
I know what y'all are thinking
"Oh, I'm so appalled, I wish Shady would grow up"
All of y'all can swallow 'til you throw up
Man I'm tore up on the floor, Dre, quit blowin' that smoke in my face, you need to slow up, dawg
I'm no bump on a log, but chronic smog has my contact lenses all fogged
This is not what friends do to friends, it's all wrong
I just came out of rehab, I can't fuck with this at all
What kind of support system is this? Fuck it, give me that bong
Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is white
So to-and-fro and side-to-side
Am I comin' or goin'? Man, I can't decide
'Cause back is forth now and stop means go
No means yes, but yes don't mean no
So, baby, please, take off your clothes
(No!) Yes! (No!) Yes! (No!) No! (Yes!) Oh! (Oh!)
Time is no concept as I pass out on steps
I need to work on steps, but I guess this shit just hasn't dawned yet
That my disease has come out to remission beyond depths
I could imagine doin' push ups, sit ups, and long reps
And it's comin' to kick my ass as soon as this bong's lit
One long hit, I just kept on saying the wrong shit
And I ain't even get to ???
In tighty-wighties, it's the mighty don with the small dick
They all fall, prick, lick their golf balls, suck 'em through a straw
Until your jaws cramp up and stick, tramp
Close your trap, make it clamp shut, come quick, superman
Pick the fuckin' wheelchair ramp up
Man, quit pickin' on Chris, Stephen Hawkins, stand up, now sit
Do as I say, put your fuckin' hands up, like this
Okay, good, now 'fore we put our pants up and zip
You can do that, but I bet you can't suck your dick
Now up is down, left is right
Day is night now, in is out, black is white
So to-and-fro and side-to-side
Am I comin' or goin'? Man, I can't decide
'Cause back is forth now and stop means go
No means yes, but yes don't mean no
So, baby, please, take off your clothes
(No!) Yes! (No!) Yes! (No!) No! (Yes!) Oh! (Oh!)
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