[Intro: NEDARB]

Yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)

Weirdos (It's that weirdo shit)

NEDARB NAGROM (NEDARB NAGROM)

Ayy can, ayy can I spit it to you? Let me spit it to you

[Verse 1: NEDARB]

Yeah, it's that weirdo shit man, I'm never gonna get famous

No loaded clip and I like my bitches basic

Tod learned I could rape your girl up in the basement

If you wanna say shit then say it to my face bitch

I got a gun and I'm cockin' it back

Sippin' on lean, never fuckin' with that

I'm from the trap, and I'm in sweats

No institute for it, my dog on my lap

Dog on my lap, dog on my lap

Lickin' the tongue off of women, I fap

Two all in the bathroom

Thinkin', "I'm gonna miss class soon"

Never am gonna get [?]

Up at the school is a vacuum

I'm that dude, ask your sis for nudes

But never receiving them

Never fit in, I don't listen to EDM

This my brick squad, these beats still make my dick hard

[Verse 2: milo & NEDARB]

Mm, [?] (What else do you wanna say?)

What you gon' do for them privileges? (Woop, woop, ayy)

(Mm) What you gon' do for this internship? (Yup)

'Cause I'm the boss, I'm smokin' that kush

I coo-coo, anyone's shit

Ayy, y'all watch while I'm movin' bricks

I'm ridin' around while y'all threw my whip

She say she wanna fuck a rapper? I said, "That's ludicrous"

Poppin' that shit like it's lewd defendant

She suckin' my dick, I say, "You the best"

An anonymous tip at my mama's crib

And they ran through her shit so she can sue the feds

Boobie touch, pee-pee touch like the same thing

Sour cream and my pants stain

That's the reason for my pants stank

This the rapper turned singer turned savante

Molly all in the champagne

I got consent, I'm a damn saint

You got famous for a song and he ain't even wrote it

Your significant other got a haircut and you didn't even notice

Michael Pan smoked one blunt and he ain't even focus

Damn you either popped an Adderall, but you did focused

[Verse 3: Nicholas J]

We're some weirdos, fuck up your earholes

We're from Wisconsin, bitch, that's nowhere near ho's

They say, "This is where the beer goes"

Straight in my gut, now I'm crooked, what the fuck?

I got a bad bitch, that's my dog though

Pussy wanting weed, I got all those

Sippin' store H2O until the bar close

There's no secret, I'm creepin' deep until the fall grows

And when I did shows, it's from the far rows

I might bring sandwiches to share, got the hard roast

Is that ok with y'all?

Yeah, I get paid to maul

So let's get suede and ball

And recreate [?]

Let me check my calendar

I am not free then, you are not free, well what about the 17th?

Fuck it, I think I'm gon' see you next week

Rack ya brain

I'm not sellin' crack cocaine

Not easily peddled, these DVC DVD's

See if I have to, man

I'm goin', gotta think that's too safe

'Cause I got these two lil' ho's to my name

But I got a graded score better than yours

We can settle the score 'cause I wrap that flame, yeah

You kinda toxic, you cannot talk shit

This is an auction, you have not bought shit

I think you lost it

Mental capacity

Young Metro majesty

Leaves you detached from me

[Verse 4: Offsite]

Woah, that was some weirdo shit

Like a homeless beard straight out the weirdo kits

And my weirdo bitch, prayin' I kinda wanna hear this then

That means your female friends

Smears lotion, I'm a weirdo then

(Asshole) It's a mustache not pubic hair

I'm here to talk to you, who puts tags on students' chairs?

You don't care? you don't care? you don't care? (Shut your mouth)

Got enough peens to [?] your whole house

Got enough rage to widow your whole spouse

Ahhhhh!

Ok man, tone it down

Since I'm re-hiring you is prime time for firing

Fuckin' fire me! I tried to rack his brain

He tried by getting head, MMA, and crack cocaine

That's ok, maybe we're meant to rule

The sea of cliches while we strafe on tentacles

Legend has it, them empty bread baskets

Don't stay empty long if weirdo throngs let 'em have it

We got better tactics, we don't run a day with Stuart Scott

We don't run along with Jenny Craig

Carlin dogs, we neuter labs

Would you really wanna fist fight

Can you smell the aroma bitch?

We on that witchcraft and that [?] shit

Sit back with that loaded clip

Shit blast with those bogus pigs

And while she yours, then why she rockin' up until I'm motion sick

The vote is in, straight jacket with his posse party

Make you a wreck but we hardly started

Say we're the shit but we're hardly farting

[Verse 5: Melina Ausikaitis & CRASHprez]

I'm eatin' Zebra Cakes, eatin' it like an entrée

Doin' the same to your girl, I've been [?] since my way

And homie, this is my way, I'm sippin' on that E&J

Masturbatin' to contain, and which he calls me by his name

I'm ballin' like King-Jones and corn rolls and some bling on

I'm the Captain Kirk to the gang, condone to me and cling on

Don't be thirsty, don't cling on

Here's some Dasani to rub on your body, while you tell Drake that you still want me (Your a hype beast, nigga)

[Verse 6: CRASHprez & Lord Of The Fly]

Drop it for a perv, I'm predatory like a lenser

As awkward as Danny Lenard referring to me as "N-Word" (White man)

Which one? Either one

I'm starting to get death metal vocals

New Orleans bounce band, I name that bitch semen gun

We have scenic fun

Play the bass god, she's infertile

She's imaginary, lonely [?]

I'm wearin' khakis to the club, walkin' out like Kershaw

Quick to get the fuck out 'cause they didn't play off a turtle

Challenge CRASH god, that'll never happen child

I'm fuckin' flashin' the meat, packin' a black mamba

Stackin' money trees in the library, nigga

Readin' PDF's about the gender binary, nigga

I'ma sip that holy Molly water with some Adderall in it

So I'm focused while I'm takin' [?], strippin'

Got a stereotype and my draws for y'all trippin'

You look sloppier than me at a basketball scrimmage

I'm the menace, lickin' juice in the motherfuckin' hood

Saw a bunch of methamphetamines gettin' fuckin' understood

Bitch I-

Food all up in my molar

I got insurance, bitch nigga, I hold my composer

Bumpin' up swishers [?]

Pimpin' like Super Bowl City to kill the indulging, nigga

Every fuckin' morning, man, I wake up to my back hurts

Put it up in that Ziplock do drugs 'til I can't stand straight

Flakka fairly single, I go hard in the paint

You say that you gained weight, Roach said, "Can't" motherfucker

(Ahhhh)

[Interlude: NEDARB]

I'm an outcast, money

Not about that woman

I don't know where they at, creepin' (Chit-chit-chit-chit)

I'm about that rappin' (Money)

Never spit Crack (Really? Really? Really?)

Oh, that's so wack

And Safari Al, he's got a nice beard

[Verse 7: Safari Al]

I really wanna work this out 'cause I'm tired of cryin'

Really gotta understand, let's go check the nudes

Really wanna work this out, it's just bad lighting

God, it's an excuse, an excuse

Set fire to that corset

Fire to that panty drawer

Lock up my poutine

And see me turn into a nancy core

What you talkin' fancy for? Be content with your language

Wipe me down like magnets

Get Redrum way like Magnus Strips

Stink guy, squadron

Got stacks of Hallmark cards in

Plunged with fold-out full clips of the whole crew and Leo cards in it

Came down, checkin' North

He didn't even take my jacket North

Cute Cole work hard like it's your jobs, packin' parsh

Trust me your facts is off

Check the Winnieville Wiki page

While you maggots got sticky page

I don't know, these questions are hard

Stink guy, squadron

Got notes, and lipsticks for bottom

If I cause problems

I probably apologize for all them

[Verse 8: Nicholas J.]

[Verse 9: Offsite]

[Verse 10: NEDARB]