Right For Me

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 tryna 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 Pisa

Top it off I'm on mushrooms

So fuck all of ya

Roses are violet

Mollies are blue

Lost in a ball of confusion

It's all an illusion

It's probably the shrooms I'm on

Cuz I think I started hallucinatin'

Cuz I just thought I just heard

Jay Electronica and Odd Future's new shit

And all I can do is follow the music

And end up wit Paula Abdul at Lollapalooza

Filling water balloons wit nail polish remova

Just a pro'lem in wallowin' fumes

I feel uptight I got to get loosa

Afta I finish polishin' off

This bottle of booze I got a solution

Concentrated like orange juice

So I'm not as diluted

Cuz all this delusion got me seein' shit

Excusez-moi but that coochie did pass

Ya see her ass

Wouldn't make her my main squeeze

But juicier ass it belongs in a juicer

It's mouth waterin' too

So I walked up to it like I'm Marshall

Wanna try to meet my standards

I'll duce ya

Oh I'm a misogynist too

But I'm not a masseuse

But my attitude is rubbin' off on the youth

A chronic abuser

Not only user of marijuana

I mean verbal assault

That I use to smoke all of ya 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 bringin' the Tech out

I'm not comin' to repair

Yo fucking electronic computers

God I'm goin' to puke

I'm so gone off the hookah

I think I swallowed a loofa

I'm tore up demolished

A fucking stone like Oliver

Like I looked Medusa

In the eyeball to seduce her

The thoughts I produce are loony tunes

The box of usable latex gloves

And the socks and the shoes

2 replace next up Veronica's boobs

And a paychecks

That were stuffed in a glove box

In a blue Honda wit used condoms were clues

The girl was just not the one suitable fo' or

Right fo' me will change me

Rearrange my head 2 be

Just right fo' ya and me

Don't laugh please listen

Thought I'd give in to the pressure

Collapse and crumble perhaps

Relapsing under that

Well that's a bunch of crap

In the clutch I'm the Captain Crunch of rap

And I'm sick of acting humble

That's enough of that

Fuck that shit cut the sack

Like it's a natural reaction

That's why I'm actually trapped in

This shoving match

Cuz push keeps coming to that

I can keep getting my ass kicked

Im coming back

Like a sarcastic crumpled sack of shit

Still mad

Disgruntled had sum' struggles yeah

But that passionate hunger's back

The fantastic juggling act

& 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

Afta I strapped the duffel bag to my back

And stuck the massive punchin' bag in it

An elastic bungee strap

Proper plaster a thumb tack

& a piece of plastic bubble wrap

Went spastic and fuckin' 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 N A S A shuttle flap

Fuckin' 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 mor likely

Than finding someone that's

Right fo' me will change me

Rearrange my head 2 be

Just right for ya and me

Don't laugh please listen

Couple of shots of Jäger

Public intoxication dis fucking intoxication

Flooded wit thoughts of anger

While I was away I know probably sum'

Of ya got 2 thinking

'You're top 10 ain't ya '

Stop cuz ya fuckas are talking 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 yo job is

I came 2 fuck wit yo occupation

You're thinking just cuz ya came in wit scrubs

And ya brought the scalpel and sponge

The oxygen tank and the suction

And shot the brain surgeon

Stuck in the operating room

Once ya done swapped yo name wit him

Smuggled in Ronald Reagan

Dug him up Donald Fagen

While juggling waffles baking

Fucking McDonald's egg

And cheese sausage bagel finagle

They flung it across the table

Then bump it and knock it shake it

Jumped and got in the way

Then disrupted my concentration

I said fuck it and lost my patience

Since they all woke up from sedation

Ain't none of ya Doctor Dre

So then what does it got ya thinking

Ya can fuck wit this operation aftamath

Still running hip-hop amazing

I'm still plugging along

No need for an assumption

Here's confirmation

I'm up for the long duration

I'm just looking for sumething 2 walk away wit

Sum' pocket change and a lil integrity

Tho' I'll probably be jumping across the stage

Till I'm fucking Madonna's age and

Stuck in an awkward place in my life

But I shit ya not like

I'm fucked up wit constipation

That day will come

Befor I stumble upon sum' lady thats

Right for me will change me

Rearrange my head 2 be

Just right for ya and me

Don't laugh please listen