Refrain:
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

Verse 1 (Psalm One):
Hm, walkin' in the place tryin' not to stumble
I rap my a** off but I tend to mumble
(*muffled voice*) give me trouble
And my marathon mailers will run you
Finna get it in again and reconvene my pimpin'
Little bit of elegance and my scheme is simple
What it do? Whateva you do don't fidget
'cause the sh*t about to flip ridiculous
So retarded, the sofa king came to visit
And he slept on my couch and we traded secrets
Babe, I hope that you can make it to the gig and peep it
But if not, aw f*ck it, you can stream it
And I'm smarter than average, my avid rages
My path Uranus and my foot is dangerous
Contagiously clobber these slobbering kids
With my father retarded, it already is

Refrain:
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

Verse 2 (Hopie):
We goin' in on the barrier
No man of carrier wait away gets down
Clown, tell a Philly[?] to back down
No really from the City of Francis oh to Chi Town
No, we right now on the tip of the iceberg
Alright girls, dim the lights so lighters up
We on a mission to rip
Of our ambition that'll scare em to death
Hey, so Hopie Spitta got a grip of the finest
Survival lions spit it your highness
Smiths[?] I got the city on lock
All the grittiest jaws drop
I'm really this raw so off top, stop
And I mean it as a good thing
You know these women and they mood swings, not
You know I'm really just a chip off the block
Now that I'm on, it won't be easy to stop
Hey

Refrain:
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)

(sh*t's about to get so retarded, retarded, retarded, retarded, retarded)

Verse 3 (Josie Stingray):
Yeah, I saw a calling in the sky, and guess who showed up?
It's the dark knight and I'm chasing these jokers
It's Josie Stingray going Bram Stoker
And sh*t about to pop, soda
And more like crusher, you opt is over
And nobody knows ya
We mob, La Costra Nostra
For the O like Oprah
We in the house potpourri
My sh*t strong, it's potency
[?] Houdini, you hoax to me
My team leading, we expose the heat
I'm centipeding man I'm bug you with speech
My team exceeding, supposed to be
Your team retreating, unload[?] the beast[?]
I'm writing venom that'll send em to the ocean beats[?]
Can J. Stingray reppin' West Coast indeed
I'm too cold, you can't out-polar me
You yesterday John Lennon man you old to me, yeah

Refrain:
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded)
(yeah)
(sh*t's about to get so retarded *echoes out*)