Hyper Crush - Chead lyrics

I'm ill I'm ill, I'm-I'm ill I'm ill, dale [x3] 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 F*ck 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 pa** 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 [x3] 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 [x3] I'm ill I'm ill, I'm-I'm ill like Don Chead And may God have mercy on your soul Chead!