[Chorus: Samson Samson & Murda D]]

I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

I-I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

[Verse 1: Samson Samson]

Look at me and everything I've done (I've done)

Do you understand when I have rum (have rum)

It's a bad day for everyone and I'm willing to bet I'ma leave someone slumped (hah!)

Motherfuck it all, dysfunctional

My brain is a pinball machine

Put another quarter in and the more they're gonna blow flames all over y'all street

Got my Uzi out and I'm faded

Better watch where I point it 'cause I paint it

With a burgundy touch and a I suddenly rush

Anybody here going apeshit (woo!)

You can say that I'm out of skull

Rowdy and all

You should look at my face while I smile and pause

And think to yourself if it's okay to make any sort of sudden movement when I'm that far

No sir, it's not

I'ma stir my balls inside yo girlies twat

And rock her motherfucking body 'til her nerves are shot

And if we have any issues, better come and flock, so

If they really wanna get it I'll be waiting for them with the machete, and a trash bag

Kill a motherfucker for coming at me

You better know they can't even begin to dig a hole to find the last man (haha)

Everything so perfect, it's worth merking the people with a big mouth

And I know that if you decide to ride on me, bye homie

I'ma take this time to find the next bit of haters

You won't even show in the papers

Now put your motherfucking hands together and say them prayers (hahaha!)

[Chorus: Samson Samson & Murda D]]

I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

I-I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

[Verse 2: Murda D]

Couldn't give a fuck less 'bout success (naw)

Never resting, ways you've regretted

Test me, bet me, I got great aim (bet)

Never woulda bet it, never wanna maintain

Stay sane? (naw) Gone for now

I got so damn high I got lost in clouds

I'm hollow-bound but he's sober now

I'm overjoyed but I'm underground (agh, let's go)

Was self-employed, then I did a couple lines and I jumped for joy

Then I did it off the Nine and I gripped the toy

Woulda got a better vibe but I heard some noise (agh, what's that?)

Hearing some creeper

Paranoid mind-state, thinking of demons

Better off fighting, oh fuck it, I'm feasting

Into my beast-mode, murder's unleashing (let's go)

Mind-state is a little bit negative (agh)

Better calm down and take another sedative (hah)

Loading clips and I'm thinking 'bout some heads

I'm about to give a clipping to like they were in a barber chair

Little off the top, really don't give a crap (naw)

This a new era like a fitted cap (shah)

New spark so I know I had to hit her back

Got a blunt, lit loud, and look at where the ash at

So drunk and I'm looking for the backpack

Laughed at his blade and I reach where the axe at (haha)

Hacksaw, Jim Duggan in a black mask

Black truck, my click with a black mag (rah)

Running up, guns drawn, where the cash at? (sha)

Money fiend and I need it in a fat sack (sha)

Charlie Sheen, money talks but I rap fast

What does that mean? Well it means that

[Chorus: Samson Samson & Murda D]]

I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

I-I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

[Verse 3: Crossworm]

The chorus what I'm into

Swipe like I might just him with the Ginsu

When it pin through, what I meant to say was

Hang still, dark gonna save us (still beats but no one cares)

But the god damn voice dropped

And the beats shitty, beats miserable to interrupt me

Shut your mouth when I'm on your track

Suck my dick 'til my brain collapses

Fuck you with both middle fingers

Better make a better beat when it lingers

I invented the blueprint for giving a shit less

I never had but to give it's a good guess

And I might just fight this urge

To shit in my pants and the boots, fuck words

Put that crown to your dome

I might just steal that bitch like a thief in the night

I'm in another rude mood and what?

I got a shitty attitude and what?

You got jokes, then can it, what?

I never really gave and damn and

I fuck with best and my dick stays gone

I won't even bless the bad song with a yawn

Fuck this beat, motherfuck the track (no one cares, the illest in the underground)

God damnit you just keep popping off

At the mouth, shut your face

Give me that beat, know your place

Back in the kitchen, on a mission to fix me up a plate, bitch

Andre Young of the underground

But more harm when it comes to the sound of the unfound dirt

Better be aware, fuck your label in the mouth

I really don't care

[Chorus: Samson Samson & Murda D]]

I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

I-I am a little bit out of my skull

My skull!

Many don't even wanna know me at all

At all!

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care

And I don't really care