Chead

Chead -Hyper Crush
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead
What you've just said
Is one of the most insanely idiotic
Things I have ever heard
At no point in your rambling
Incoherent response were you even close to anything
That could be considered a rational thought
Everyone in this room is now dumber
For having listened to it
I award you no points
And may God have mercy on your soul
Chead
We on that Don Chead
I got my shoes on the wrong feet
Woke up in the party
Everybody looked like a Mark to me
Handful of parsley
Dressed to impress partially
That's terrible Barkley
I like my Perrier sparkly
I'm so unpopulor
In a jumpsuit I rock velour
Fack I need pockets for
Everybody owes me I'm a entrepreneur
I ain't got no scruples
Ego the size of my pupils
Can you pass that chead
Ain't no limits Master P
Let's go
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead
And may God have mercy on your soul
Chead
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill I'm ill dale
I'm ill I'm ill I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead
And may God have mercy on your soul
Chead