Sarky, In my orifice please.

When we pull up to the light the people all stare
four niggas in a benz with the dreadlock hair
smoke everywhere
wavein at mavericks
in the woodgrain davens with the liscence plate rattlein
doin what we want to hangin out the sun roof
we mental, we ignorant, boy we go dumb to
gas-break-dip, we call it yokein, do a doughnut in yo whip
we call it ghostin
get stupid thats what we do good ghost ride the whip
while im dancin on the hood, im amped feelin good...
im hiphy, thizz face with the thizz face off of nike
the women like me im dipped in butter
i'll rob ya brother pimp the blood out ya mother
im mr. stupid-doo-doo dumb, somethin terrible tell em how we come...

S.T.U.P.I.D when we come to the club we dont need i.d
everywhere we go its a party yall we gon' get it crackin like the mardi gras

alright let me tell you why we call this thing stupid cause when i dance the chicks say (you stupid) you can do it it aint that hard
baby get dumb act like a retard, shake ya hair make it go in the air you gotta get into it growl like a bear, now say whaaaa!(what!) no whaaaa! do tha damn thang girl cut that **** up.
fill ya cup dont be no punk it dont look right if you really aint drunk, c'mon now repeat after me we go S.T.U.P.I.D

SebtheBum wrote:

Ah, Tar, twas a nice effort.

But if I was ur teacher I'd be putting "Must Do Better" on that attempt, tbh!:p

It's A real song,fo sho.