Stoopid

[Intro] Man, I gotta get outta here, man I can't play Xbox, man! Tzzz [Verse 1: Wordsworth] Tired of my spouse's mouth She tired of me on the house's couch Wake up, grab the car keys, bouncin' out Kiss and make-up, I wouldn't give her mouth-to-mouth For every gallon of my talent, she's announcin' doubt Friends tell her to leave, textin' "How's the south!?" I was anxious to marry her, now I'm thinkin' hysteria Smokin' dank with a drank in a shank, thinkin' it's lyria The she thinks I'm inferior to her ex with a Lincoln They got the Minquez interior, thoughts I'm thinkin' to share with her Pause - Drunk sittin', blinkin' hysteria, drippin' with demon scheming on hitting Bank of Americahttps://genius.com/Emc-moopies-lyrics Call the chief of police, and his highest ranking superior Tell em blanket the area with a tank and a barrier I'm about to do somethin' stupid, this ain't a prank Tell my girl that I don't think I'ma hear from her [Hook: B-Real] [2x] Stoopid is as stoopid does Who it is or who it was Don't matter much if you the judge Cause stoopid is as stoopid does [Bridge] I go stoopid, so stoopid So stoopid stoopid stoopid I'm gon' stoopid, so stoopid I'ma lose it, lose it, lose it (I'ma lose control) [Verse 2: Stricklin] (Urgh, up all night again. I get no sleep This job is crazy! Man!) Listen, don't get me wrong. Love bein' a paramedic But I'm about to snap soon! Okay, there I said it! Cause ma'am, it's three in the mornin', you should be countin' sheep Wrapped up in a warm blanket and sound asleep All you got is a hangnail and you're having cramps It's not reason to take a ride in my ambulance And by the way: Won't you clean your house? Cause before when I set my bag on the floor, I seen a mouse Guess the hospital's the place to be (yup) You get fed, a bed, a nurse with a cute face to see And everyone's a hypochondriac (word) Cryin' wolf from every apartment, house club or laundromat Let me guess, you got chest pain and breathin' trouble And it's been happenin' for five days and you seeing double I'm about to do somethin' stupid I need a break from the B.S. and the stress 'fore I lose it [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Masta Ace] (Look, I'm tired of these fans sendin me all these links, man, I don't even like these rappers!) I promise that I'm honestly not as mad as I sound But whoever you feelin' is not the baddest around I know that you're a fan and you wanna hand him the crown But I'm here to offer that dead man as a clown So please don't be friends wit' me Sendin' links to the songs Cause that dude is the enemy, why you think he belongs? Yeah I know its followers' dwarf mind in comparison But this shit is wrong and this new song is embarrasin' You should get fined for this, like James Harrison This shit is fire, I'm 20 gallons of kerosene I don't even know why you wanna encourage him When you know damn well that I'ma try to embarrass him So keep tweetin' me ten optional versions I'm lose patience like incompetent surgeons I'm about to do something stupid, so call the cops Before somebody get shot for this music [Hook] [2x]