You're None in a Million

(wait for the bass)

(jump in a 20 secs into instrumental, right as snare kicks off)

 

A million here

A million there

Mr. Wayne Carter is a muthafuck'n Milliooonaire

Got mo honey than a forest with a billiooon bears

You's a villan chill'n on a pair a sila-kin chairs

Use your mom's underwear as a bib at red lobster

Cure your mental health cuz I'm a head docter

Doppler, effect is distortion of the sound

of objects in the distance going round and round

Hold up, you might be think'n to yourself

what the fuck is this asshole here to really talk about

his words are barely clear

his thoughts disorganized

keep it on the real homie

I'm here ta edify, you

on the, condition that

I'm a schizophrenic

Almost all of what I said

was loosely associated

with, Psychotropic meds I haven't hallucinated

Since get'n outta bed I have really yet to take it.

Is that smoky the bear?

sit'n in that chair

you should look n stare

while I get preparrred

to help you share

your sandwich over there

I can smell it in the air

roast beef medium rare

which bib should I wear

my conduct needs repair

just kidding don't you dare

I'm running out of air

(pause).....

(breath) ...... .......

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