BabyFace Fensta - Spaz Out lyrics

[Chorus 1: Q-Plex] (Spaz out) who the f** let Mr. Pink out? [Chorus 2: Mozart] (Spaz out) who the f** let Art out? [Chorus 3: Sleep Murda] (Spaz out) who the f** let Sleep out? [Chorus 4: Babyface Fensta] (Spaz out) who the f** let Mr. Fensta out? [Chorus 1] [Q-Plex] They got me drugged off of Ritalins I press up, Jericho, my hand heed the pressure Coming down, grab my Smith and I'll wet ya Crush ya forehead, eating Willie beef and bread Fed off the dead, they said I lost my noodles You can tell by my drowsy red pupils that he's cuckoo Multi personalities, I'm starting, talking to myself Stay clear, when I'm walking with myself I'm the type of n***a, that be lurking in the dark When my stomach start growling, crazy cats start prowling He got scared, he moves his bowels when, I crept through [Choruses 1-4, then 2] [Mozart] The mad house Yo it's a wrap when I snap like a wore down condom And carve 'em, pierce ya face and peal ya skin off like an orange Your dogs, better call 'em (spaz out) and make a psychiatrist pa** out My mask, I left it in the house, cuz I can't be f**ed with Like somebody who got AIDS with they business out in the public Out to destruct sh**, transforming, enduring Stomping with enough force to get the Earth out of orbit [Chorus 2, 1, 3, 4, 3] [Sleep Murda] King's County, third floor resident I stomp blood out ya mug with my f**ing Timberlands Paint my face red with ya blood like a crazed Indian Buck fifty from ear to belly like a c-section You might be crip but in a minute, blood you'll be sweating Spaz out, go 'head, I dare you to act out I make it much harder for ya b**h-a** to scream out Sleeper 'til the size of a wretch I'll bust you to show you what the red 'bout [Chorus 3, 4, 1, 2] [Babyface Fensta] (Spaz out) who the f** let the brain out You a**ed out, lil' hoe, J. Lo type n***as got a lot of b**h in 'em, brrrrrrr stick 'em, crime victim I spit on ya mural, my train of thoughts, sh** ya diarrhea flow You get beat on my street, have you doing the electric boogie Breaking ya neck to get the f** outta Dodge Roof, ya Air Force 1's hanging from a lamp post, on top of, somebody's garage I spaz on saps, remember who's a mixture of, riddle me this and white jokes With a sinister grim, muahhahaa... [Chorus 4, 2, 1, 3] [Outro: all] Spaz out... spaz out...