Paranoid lyrics

Feeling like a zombay..
Cuz i would love to get some brain

This your IQ getting tested call it oral presentation
Hookah-smoke-thick my boys think I'm Missing
That-booty-big u gon be my misses
Hotter than chef Ramsey in the kitchen
Clothes dark like cyanide and happiness

Met this Iraqui chick
With the biggest tits
Call em I-racks because those apples had to get bit

Whoo
Yeah

That's way over your head

Guess I
Have my own ways to talk about breasts

Uh

..She likes the way I dress
..She asked me hey what's next
..Cuz these other fukboys add stress
And these girls got the Bodies but they Lack sense
Scar!