Chead

Chead -Hyper Crush

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead

What you've just said

Is one of the most insanely idiotic

Things I have ever heard

At no point in your rambling

Incoherent response were you even close to anything

That could be considered a rational thought

Everyone in this room is now dumber

For having listened to it

I award you no points

And may God have mercy on your soul

Chead

We on that Don Chead

I got my shoes on the wrong feet

Woke up in the party

Everybody looked like a Mark to me

Handful of parsley

Dressed to impress partially

That's terrible Barkley

I like my Perrier sparkly

I'm so unpopulor

In a jumpsuit I rock velour

Fack I need pockets for

Everybody owes me I'm a entrepreneur

I ain't got no scruples

Ego the size of my pupils

Can you pass that chead

Ain't no limits Master P

Let's go

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead

And may God have mercy on your soul

Chead

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale

I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead

And may God have mercy on your soul

Chead