G.E.D.

[Intro: Kato] I just got my G.E.D So there ain't shit you can say to me (x3) Yeah, Kato Jarren, Benton 4, Ize Waddup? You ever try to suck your own dick? That shit never works do it? I just got my G.E.D. nigga! Finna style on these niggas [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Every day I wake up (yawn) Tryna get this cake up Smack a bitch so hard, I knock off all her make-up Stomach rumbling, fucking rappers 'bout to get ate up Y'all a bunch of queers, they cheering for team Jacob Josephine Baker, blowing green acres Bully niggas for lunch money, I need paper Fuck with me, is bump 50 with clean razors And I stand the fuck out like new shorts and pink gators Torpedo on my arm Bitch I'm not the norm' And I'm posted at the bar all day like I'm Norm Clueless like a Blood in a blue uniform And the shit I'm smoking got me seeing blue unicorns (woo) Stunting on these niggas like I just hit the lottery Dick in your bitch ass, like a colonoscopy Got my GED, but I majored in philosophy Got a minor in psychology, who's fucking hot as me? Niggas think it's a game, cause Jarren's a monopoly Sawed off shotgun, to break you off properly Stand between me and my paper, like apostrophe Give niggas lobotomies, they shittin' out colostomies Bitches used to diss me, they ain't wanna talk to me Jock's shoved me in the lockers cause I act awkwardly Now I'm getting pussy like I study gynecology The dopest nigga from the bottom, yeah bitch, I got him here [Verse 2: 4ize] Uh-huh, I said yeah bitch I gotta be Blessed like the Dalai Lama Your mama honour me Probably, it's certified, guaranteed Kato, Jarren B, 4ize apparently The illest motherfuckers like 3, the hard ways So I freestyle, getting off at freedom parkway Okay? Is y'all pissed off yet? Cut the cheque, my money long as Chris Bosh neck With paid salary in Eric 9's art gallery I'm a beast, with the vampire immortality In the pale moonlight, dancing I'm dancing, romancing fine bitches like Scarlett Johansson Freaky sluts and tramps with these hoes I'll show 'em what they pussy made for Black, white, Indian, Italian, Asians and Puerto Ricans Fucking every colour in the rainbow My fire, flame, oh I'm smoking on the best for a living And sex is a given if I'm next to a pigeon Chicken head, hood rat, googoo with a monkey The ambassador, I do it for my country Do it for the haters, I do it for hip-hop Ain't nothin peewee up under my big top I'm hard headed like a boner Stupid like Homer (d'oh!) With a general education diploma [Verse 3: Laws] Castlevanian mansion Ring, Brady and Manson Ballerina in the attic and the lady's dancing 80 phantoms, maybe I'm inhaling branson And maybe I'm Bronson Super sperm, break the condom A hundred kids walk around with my physical structure My older son drank 'till he made his liver rupture My second oldest like Moses 'Cept he took two of every creature, put 'em in his freezer and he froze 'em My brain half dead, pledge allegiance to the chosen These hookers want my kids, caught 'em leaving with the trojan Try and empty it with legs open I clotheslined her in the Days Inn parking lot and now she choking I'm laughing at the moon while I'm rapping to this tune I will make an ass out of you if you ever assume Configure me cause I'm using simplicity I will fucking stab you next month, and turn the future to history People think I'm a prophet cause I'm dressing like Socrates Easy access, has always been my philosophy I don't even flow, my words sit on top of the beat Kathy Bates style, use a clock to prop up your feet Down with the sledge hammer, call me 5-0 Dead rappers, I don't turn heads, I give neck fractures And split heads after Call me Jack the Rapper You motherfuckers pitch crack, I attack the battle [Outro: Kato] I just got my G.E.D So there ain't shit you can say to me (x3)