Maybe I’m Detached lyrics

[Intro]
Y'all gon' make me act up (Yuh, yuh)
('Ringe)
They gon' make me act up (Make me act a fool)
They gon' make me act up
(Make me act a fool, they done make me act a fool)
Y'all gon' make me act up (Ayy)
Make me act a fool, you done made me act a fool (Ayy)
You done made me act a fool, you done made me act a fool, f*ck
(Hah)
Hah, ah, uh

[Verse 1]
Rackin' up power cells, I go on a Rambo romper (Woah)
f*ck that Mackovich, he stink and smell, jus' like your b*tch (Woah)
Landfill, we go crackin', breakin' up all that mess you smearin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, woah)
They don't like us 'cause we 'bout to leave these f*ckers screamin'
"Ayy, ayy, ayy," every goddamn day
I remove you out my way, I rebuke you, in my lane
You not weirdo, you a lame, tryna be a corporation
I don't like it then I say it, I ain't finna f*ckin take it, woah
'Ringe boy, sound like he breakin' off of the camel back
Tacky, tacky, clone of another n*gga like you are that
Fill your f*ckin' hole up with soap and bleach and detergent, boy
Motherf*cker, nothin' is new around me, I hate it, ugh
Call a plug, slangin' pus*y, smokin' reggie, cop a Stüssy
Poppin' sober, hangin' over, sleepin' over, spendin' cobras
Suckin' money, makin' money, bakin' money, flippin' tummies
Aggravated, agitated, f*ckin' hate it, eat the pavement
[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he? (Picky, picky)
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he? (Ayy, ayy)
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he? (Picky, picky)
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he?

[Verse 2]
They know I don't f*ckin' understand yo' lil' broken world
Any move you makin', boy, I watch up and go lurkin' closer
Bangin' up anythin' to ease the simple f*ckin' headaches on me
Reaper waitin' with me, with no warnin', finna f*ckin' call me
Blood all in my mouth, what I get for prolongin' my anger
Breakin' down the house, what the f*ck are we doin' here?
We got p*ss to pan to pot, we don't need another plot
We got sh*t to f*ckin' move, now go and take the damn shot
Ugh, try to undermine me? b*tch, I'll tear your f*ckin' ears out
Askin' 'bout commotion? I can show what I talk about
Pickin' up, pick up pace, take a p*ss upon ya face
Sell the plates upon your plates, I don't give no f*ck today, yuh
I got the f*ckin' rage, none of you n*ggas fadin' (Yuh, yuh)
My pressure upon the surface of Earth, what the f*ck you sayin'? (Woah)
b*tch, my name Syringe, wash the c*m up out your ear
Ayy, ANTI-WORLD, blah, blah, blah, f*ck a year, b*tch

[Chorus]
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he? (Picky, picky)
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he? (Ayy, ayy)
I know, I know, I know, picky motherf*cker, ain't he? (Picky, picky)
I know, I know, I know, eerie motherf*cker, ain't he?