I feel phenomenal as usual, pharmaceuticals, glue-stiffing, pools of vomit at Bonnaroo 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 Pizzu Top it off I'm on mushrooms, so *** all of it Roses to violet, mollies of blue, lost in a ball of confusion It's all an illusion, it's probably the shrooms I'm on Cause I think I started hallucinating Cause I just thought I heard Jay Electronica and I do just new *** And all I could do was follow the music and end up with Paula Abdul Lollapalooza filling water balloons with nail polish remover Just to pop them and wallow in fumes, I feel it tight, 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 deluded Cause all this delusion got me seeing ***, excusez-moi but that hoochie did pass Juicier ass, wouldn't make it my main squeeze, but juicier ass, it belongs in the juicer It's mouth-watering too, so I walked over to it like I'm Marshall Wanna try to meet my standards? I'll introduce ya Oh, I'm a misogynist too, but I'm not a masseuse But my attitude's rubbing off on the youth, uh Chronic abuser, and 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 And I'm not in the mood, so when I say I'm bringing the tech out I'm not coming to repair your ***ing electronic computers God, I'm gonna puke, I'm so gone with this hookah I think I swallowed a loser, I'm torn up Demolished from ***ing stone like Oliver, like Alec Medusa And her eyeball was seducer, the thoughts I produce her Looney Tunes, the box of reusable latex gloves And the socks and the shoes that were placed next to Veronica's boobs Paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box of the blue Honda But used condoms were cool stuff, the girl was just not the one suitable for Thought I could bend it across and collapse and crumble perhaps Relapsing under that, well that's a bunch of *** In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunchy Rap But I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of that *** that ***, cuff the sack, like it's a natural reaction That's why I'm actually trapped in this shoving match Cause push keeps coming to that I can keep getting my ass keeping coming back Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of ***, still mad disgruntled Had some struggles, yeah, but that passing and hunger's back What a fantastic juggled enact, 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 ***ing crashed my hovercraft after I strapped a duffel bag to my back And stuffed a massive punching bag in it, an elastic bungee strap Rubber plaster, a thumbtack, and a piece of plastic bubble wrap Went *** and ***ing 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 laps on a NASA shuttle flap ***ing snapped the rudder in half, chuckled and laughed Thought of my last rebuttal in just asm to come crashing I grabbed my go-go gadget, inflatable, gigantic, humongous mattress With ceramic construction hat, rubbed my magic mushroom tap The Luckman splat, get up from that, face taped to a waste paper basket Throw up, then gas, lungs collapse, and that's more likely than finding someone next We will change, we will reach, I have to be just like you We will, we will, we will, we'll just live We will, we will, we will, we will, we will Couple of shots of Jager, public intoxication, just ***ing commobulation Flooded with thoughts of anger, while I was aware I know probably some of you got to thinking you're top ten ancient Stop it, you ***ers are talking crazy Stop interrupting, you're not even up in that conversation Whether you're punching a clock or famous Underground popper, nameless, whatever your job is I can't even *** with your occupation, you're faking 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 once, you done swapped your names With them smuggled in Ronald Reagan, if you dug him up, Donald Fagan While juggling waffles, baking a ***ing McDonald's egg And cheese sauces, bagel finagle, they flung it across the table Then bumped it and I could shake it, jumped and got in the way Then disrupted my concentration, I said ***ing and lost my patience They all woke up from sedation, ain't none of you Dr. Dre So then what is it got you thinking, you can *** with this operation Still running hip hop, I'm azing, I'm still plugging along No need for assumption, here's confirmation, I'm up for the long duration I'm just looking for something to walk away with Some pocket change and a little integrity Though I'll probably be jumping across the stage till I'm ***ing Madonna's agent Stuck in an awkward place in my life, but I *** you not Like I'm plugged up with constipation, that day will come Before I finally stumble upon some lady that One day will change me, rearrange my hair To be just like I am One day will make things the same Do what I do, do what I do Do what I do Do what I do