Refrain:

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

Verse 1 (Psalm One):

Hm, walkin' in the place tryin' not to stumble

I rap my a** off but I tend to mumble

(*muffled voice*) give me trouble

And my marathon mailers will run you

Finna get it in again and reconvene my pimpin'

Little bit of elegance and my scheme is simple

What it do? Whateva you do don't fidget

'cause the sh*t about to flip ridiculous

So retarded, the sofa king came to visit

And he slept on my couch and we traded secrets

Babe, I hope that you can make it to the gig and peep it

But if not, aw f*ck it, you can stream it

And I'm smarter than average, my avid rages

My path Uranus and my foot is dangerous

Contagiously clobber these slobbering kids

With my father retarded, it already is

Refrain:

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

Verse 2 (Hopie):

We goin' in on the barrier

No man of carrier wait away gets down

Clown, tell a Philly[?] to back down

No really from the City of Francis oh to Chi Town

No, we right now on the tip of the iceberg

Alright girls, dim the lights so lighters up

We on a mission to rip

Of our ambition that'll scare em to death

Hey, so Hopie Spitta got a grip of the finest

Survival lions spit it your highness

Smiths[?] I got the city on lock

All the grittiest jaws drop

I'm really this raw so off top, stop

And I mean it as a good thing

You know these women and they mood swings, not

You know I'm really just a chip off the block

Now that I'm on, it won't be easy to stop

Hey

Refrain:

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded, retarded, retarded, retarded, retarded)

Verse 3 (Josie Stingray):

Yeah, I saw a calling in the sky, and guess who showed up?

It's the dark knight and I'm chasing these jokers

It's Josie Stingray going Bram Stoker

And sh*t about to pop, soda

And more like crusher, you opt is over

And nobody knows ya

We mob, La Costra Nostra

For the O like Oprah

We in the house potpourri

My sh*t strong, it's potency

[?] Houdini, you hoax to me

My team leading, we expose the heat

I'm centipeding man I'm bug you with speech

My team exceeding, supposed to be

Your team retreating, unload[?] the beast[?]

I'm writing venom that'll send em to the ocean beats[?]

Can J. Stingray reppin' West Coast indeed

I'm too cold, you can't out-polar me

You yesterday John Lennon man you old to me, yeah

Refrain:

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(yeah)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded *echoes out*)