Zack Morris (DJBooth.net) lyrics

[Intro]
Ladies and f*cking gentlemen
What you are now f*cking listening to is my n*gga Jarren Benton
And he doin this sh*t for DJBooth dot motherf*cking net n*gga
I’m so f*ckin thugged out I eat thug cereal in the morning time motherf*cker
Aye Jarren let these n*ggas know

[Verse 1]
Yeah yeah yo
Hey yo new school loose screw n*gga that’s Jay
808s and Heartbreaks n*gga thats Yay
808s and Cadillacs n*gga that’s Jay
Grown ass men in tight pants n*gga that’s gay, ew
I ain’t ready to die
I put the stress aside
And kill you c*cksuckin roaches like pesticides
Yup, they say hurray for the bad guy
I’m up at Noodles eatin [?] and pad thai
I stay mad fly, I let my brains fry
Scrambled egg b*tch n*gga this is suicide
Exclusive, Jarren is a nuisance
Cheap motherf*cker hoes say “You so Jewish”
You don’t suck di*k well b*tch you so useless
High school dropout sh*t I’m so stupid
Computer chip, New World Order flow
Buddy got the strength to lift up a whole buffalo
Gigolo, Iller Deuce Bigalow
Kick back on Saturday to crack a cold Michelob
Yeah, bada boom bada bang
Vehicular homicide I’m in my own lane
I do my own thing while you chumps make it rain
I with your old dame she giving me slow brain
Ya boy is cocaine, crack rock flow
Here on DJBooth just to let you n*ggas know
[Interlude?]
Holy f*ckin sh*t
Did you just hear my f*ckin nephew n*gga
That was Jarren f*ckin Benton n*gga
Aye autotune me while I’m talkin n*gga
Autotune me n*gga
AHHH

[Verse 2]
I’m on DJBooth dot net cop that
I cut my di*k off and glue that sh*t right back
Mic check n*gga cut the right check
I’m a motherf*ckin problem they don’t like that
I feel like no one’s home in my head
My money’s lookin funny something’s wrong with my bread
But in the meanwhile I just kick a freestyle
Spit some sh*t out of my mouth like dude from Green Mile
f*ckin weirdo, and entrepre-n*ggro
You ain’t feelin this sh*t I’ll bite off your earlobe
This year I’m just tryna stay alive
To see Transformers 2 that’s more that’s meets the eye
Konichiwa b*tches, black and white b*tches
Jarren ain’t right who turned off his light switches
Tube socks, too hot, do rocks
I dig up hip-hop, Biggie or Tupac
Wake up with two Glocks, one arm and two c*cks
Soulja Boy, yuuuuuu, stuck on my jukebox
So when I blow my brains out the back of my head
Hear it live on DJBooth dot net