[Verse 1: Stevie Stone]

I said I'm smokin' on the kush and I'm sippin' on the Henny

We ran up outta Crown, gotta trade up on the Rémy

My attitude is fuckin', we connectin' with the Ripper

We got some college bitches and converted em to strippers

Now lieutenant go dumb and leave the whole party numb

We pull the model bitches that a keep a nigga cumin'

Retarded, retarded got me feelin' like a junkie

Debatin' takin' some Molly, take a shot of Brass Monkey

Now I'm here for [?]

[?] more gettin'

Try to spark c-conversation

S-S-Stutter when I'm spittin'

What I'm missin'?

(Stevie Stone gone let these nigga know mane)

Pay attention

(Strange Music, Zombie mob on these niggas mane)

Yeah

Make room

Clear the way

Please forgive me, be forgettin' what I say

Bitch I'm 'bout to be a problem in the game

Make room for me, for me

Room for me, for me, room!

[Chorus: Spaide R.I.P.P.E.R.]

I might stutter when I talk, cause I'm retarded

Might lean when I walk, cause I'm retarded

Make room for me, for me, room for me I'm retarded

A little drool from my mouth when I talk, cause I'm retarded

[Verse 2: Spaide R.I.P.P.E.R.]

If I pop another pill I might wake up in a hearse

I'm going backwards in time watchin' y'all move in reverse

Last night I grew wings and was flying over the church

I'm gone outta orbit, teleported back to Earth

But my cup still muddy, yeah I'm still sipping Syrup

I hope my heart don't stop before I finish this verse

[?]

I'm on a bad trip, all the walls started melting

I took another puff of that strong and I started panicking

Me and Stevie Stone, we froze we look like mannequins

Ripper he retarded he gone he on that other shit

Put me in a same category you would put Brotha Lynch

You can ask my brotha 'nem. In school I was extra bad

I rode home on the short bus, special class

I'm so outta order, I'm on that fire water

I don't know when I'm high, dog I just know when I'm sober