I feel phenomenal as usual
Pharmaceuticals, glue stick to crucify me 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 [C7]lean like [F]the Tower of Pisa
Top it off I'm on [C7]mushrooms so f*ck all [Em]of you
Roses are violet, mollies are blue
Lost in a ball [Em]of confusion
Its all [Em]an illusion
It's probably the shrooms I'm on
'Cause I think I started hallucinating
'Cause I just thought I just heard Jay Electɾonica and [Bm]Odd Future's new shit
And all [Em]I can do is follow the music
And end up with Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza
Fillin' water balloons with nail polish ɾemover
Just to [C7]pop 'em [A]and [Bm]wallow in fumes
I feel uptight I gotta get looser
After I finish polishing off this bottle of booze I got [Fm7]a solution
Concentɾated like [F]orange juice so I'm not as diluted
Cause all [Em]this delusion [C7]got [Fm7]me seein' shit
Excusez-moi but that coochie that passed
You see her ass? Wouldn't make her my [A]main squeeze
But juicier ass, it belongs in a juicer
It's mouth waterin' too so I walked up to [C7]it like [F]I'm Marshall
Wanna tɾy to [C7]meet my [A]standards? I'll Intɾoduce ya
Oh I'm a misogynist too but I'm not a masseuse
But my [A]attitude is ɾubbin' off on [C7]the youth
A chronic abuser, not only user of marijuana
I mean verbal assault that I use to [C7]smoke all [Em]of you [A7losers
Got a bazooka, a shotgun, a ɾuger, a Glock, and [Bm]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 to [C7]ɾepair your fuckin' electɾonic computers
God, I'm gonna puke
I'm so gone off the hookah
I think I swallowed a loofah
I'm tore up, demolished, a fuckin' stone like [F]Oliver
Like I looked Medusa in the eyeball [Em]to [C7]seduce her
The thoughts I produce are loony tunes
The box of usable latex gloves and [Bm]the socks and [Bm]the shoes
To ɾeplace next up Veronica's boobs
And uhh, paycheck stubs that were stuffed in the glove box
In a blue Honda with used condoms were clues
The girl was [Am7]just not the one suitable for [Dm7]or
Right for [Dm7]me, will change me, ɾearrange my [A]head to [C7]be
Just ɾight for [Dm7]you [A7and [Bm]me, don’t laugh, please listen
Don’t laugh, please listen
Thought I’d give in to [C7]the pressure
Collapse and [Bm]crumble perhaps
Relapsing under that
Well that's a bunch of crap
In the clutch, I'm the Captain Crunch of ɾap
And I'm sick of acting humble, that's enough of that
F*ck that shit, cut the sack
Like its a natural ɾeaction
That's why I'm actually tɾapped in this shoving match
'Cause push keeps coming to [C7]that
I can keep getting my [A]ass kicked, I’m coming back
Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit, still mad
Disgruntled had some stɾuggles yeah
But that passionate hunger's back
The fantastic juggling act
And the way I flip my [A]tongue on [C7]the tɾack
It's like [F]verbal acrobatics
But in fact
Last time I tɾied to [C7]pull off a dramatic stunt as drastic
I fuckin' crashed my [A]hovercraft
After I stɾapped the duffel bag to [C7]my [A]back
And stuck the massive punchin' bag in it
An elastic bungee stɾap, proper plaster, a thumb tack
And a piece of plastic bubble wrap
Went spastic and [Bm]fuckin' snapped
Jumped and [Bm]splashed in a puddle of battery acid
Stumbled back, ɾecovered, back flipped
And landed on [C7]a gymnastic tumble mat
And for [Dm7]my [A]last tɾick, lunge on [C7]back lash
On a NASA shuttle flap, fuckin' snapped the ɾudder in half
Chuckled and [Bm]laughed, buttaled my [A]last ɾebuttal
And just asked him to [C7]come crash
And I grab my [A]Go-Go-Gadget inflatable gigantic humongous mattɾess
And ceramic constɾuction [C7]hat
Rubbed my [A]magic mushroom tat
Fell off then splat, get up from that
Face taped to [C7]a waste paper basket
Throw up then gas, lungs collapse
And that's more likely than finding someone that's
Right for [Dm7]me, will change me, ɾearrange my [A]head to [C7]be
Just ɾight for [Dm7]you [A7and [Bm]me, don’t laugh, please listen
Don’t laugh, please listen
Couple of shots of Jäger
Public intoxication, dis-fuckin'-combobulation
Flooded with thoughts of anger
While I was [Am7]away I know probably some of you [A7got [Fm7]to [C7]thinkin'
"You're top ten ain't cha?" stop cause you [A7fuckers are talkin' crazy
And stop interrupting you're not even up in the conversation
Whether you're punchin' a clock or famous
Underground, pop, or nameless, whatever your job is
I came to [C7]f*ck with your occupation
You're thinkin' just cause you [A7came in with scrubs
And you [A7brought the scalpel and [Bm]sponge
The oxygen tank and [Bm]the suction [C7]and [Bm]shot the brain surgeon
Stuck in the operating ɾoom
Once you [A7done swapped your name with him
Smuggled in Ronald Reagan
Dug him up Donald Fagen
While juggling waffles baking
Fuckin' McDonalds egg and [Bm]cheese sausage bagel finagle
They flung it across the table
Then bump it and [Bm]knock it shake it
Jumped and [Bm]got [Fm7]in the way then disrupted my [A]concentɾation
I said f*ck it and [Bm]lost my [A]patience
Since they all [Em]woke up from sedation
Ain't none of you [A7Doctor Dre
So then what does it got [Fm7]you [A7thinkin'
You can f*ck with this operation
Aftermath, still ɾunning hip-hop amazing
I'm still pluggin' along
No need for [Dm7]an assumption
Here's confirmation
I'm up for [Dm7]the long [Am]duration
I'm just looking for [Dm7]something to [C7]walk away with
Some pocket change and [Bm]a little integrity
Though I'll probably be [Am]jumpin' across the stage
Till I'm fuckin' Madonna's age and
Stuck in an awkward place in my [A]life
But I shit you [A7not like [F]I'm fucked up with constipation
That day will come before I stumble upon [C7]some lady that’s
Right for [Dm7]me, will change me, ɾearrange my [A]head to [C7]be
Just ɾight for [Dm7]you [A7and [Bm]me, don’t laugh, please listen
Don’t laugh, please listen
