Stupid

[Sample] Get stupid y'all [Verse I] Limited[?] Scream Men and women are fiending for immediate intimacy with no limitation, alas The skirts don't hide it, shadows cast behind the bare ass on the dance floor, sexual warfare The length of a staircase, therefore most of them probably should even be there in the first place Unarmed soldiers of glass rubbed shoulders with others who are older, more immature than them It's disgustingly intriguing to see overachieving creases unleashing themselves on the female species Especially when the weather gets warmer and then Your whole entire wardrobe is normally informal For your information, the hats are wore backwards So are their morals when the girls wear overalls It's a sensitive issue involving insecurity Maturity levels and lots of toilet tissue Cause the girls are desperate but the boys are even hornier The rose smell sweet but the stem is even phonier It's a match made in purgatory What more do you want to know? (Get Stupid Y'all) The girls get goosebumps and nipples to notice but Nobody knows how to communicate its uselessness Lies are told with most guys And never body try to disguise their own flaws when the guys go "We need females and we read details as card tricks and hard dicks." And a beat that goes... "Unf Unf Unf Unf Yea Unf Unf Unf Unf" [Verse II] The new part of the meat market apart from the darkness Is the botching the narcotics to me it's the hard rock Nobody needs to be told twice There's plenty of cold ice There's tight pants and Old Spice Take shots and roll dice The carpets are crumby with puke coming out of them It's putrid and stupid Why don't you make a contribution To the Clan Gathering? As a matter a fact, what would you do you say This Thursday or Saturday You thirsty? The girls are desperate but the boys are even hornier The rose smell sweat but the phlegm is even phonier It's a match made in purgatory What more do you want to know? (Get Stupid Y'all) [Verse III] It smells like everything inside a hideout I doubt anyone really wants to know why Who am I? Figures gracious the bases Basically bulging with people indulging In all kinds of fabrics It's a magically archaic [?] of balloons of flesh That defies all logic It's just like dodgeball but instead the constants throw around the head of a doll Now I don't know what it means but it makes it worth the cost alone Even if the overflow of motive testosterone Sexual appetites, there salty, it's a circus The circuits are faulty and everybody is uptight With the sweat stains and jet planes and hot dog love songs Blistering kisses before its Mr. and Mrs And in the same amount of time it takes to make a sandwich dawg You can probably find someone else for you to take advantage of Cause the girls are desperate but the boys are even hornier The rose smell sweet but the stem is even phonier It's a match made in purgatory What more do you want to know? (Get Stupid Y'all ) x3