Seizure Slide

[Verse 1: Whipstick]
I want to get drunk, fucked up in the club
Want to punch a motherfucker and assault him for love (and hugs)
Perverted introvert, assertive and shit
That gotta work up the nerve to fucking murder a bitch
I mean murder a beat, swervin' on the dance floor kid
Turnin' my feet with the fashion, Jansport bitch
Jacket on my back, in fact you know nothing about that
Show something about rap, go to functions (doubt that!)
But here I am straight cutting a rug
Fanny pack strapped to my butt, it's comfortably snug
Tryin' to reach this high to find out if a couple of drugs
Got me feeling like I'm Pink Floyd comfortably numb
But that's right! Overdid it and I think I'm straight geekin'
Laser lights hittin' extra and I started off season
Foaming out the mouth, gurgling blood, I'm feeling stuck
Having a seizure, blacking out, yo, what the fuck?

[Skit: Whipstick & Drew West]
Oh my god, yo! Oh my god, this is such a cool music festival!
Hey guys. You want to listen to some Mindless Self Indulgence later?
Yeah we can listen to some Menacide!
I've got a couple of bowls we can smoke!
Or maybe not!
We can hang out at my tent at least
Send that bowl to your tent! Dude you're a dude! Why the fuck would I go to your tent with you! Drew you crazy bro!

[Verse 2: Drew West]
I woke up in the ICU like what the fuck?
Ass cheeks hanging out of my scrubs like handcuffs
Grabbin' nurses' asses, they is for harassment
Came to askin' what the fuck gon' happen?
Told me I'm a nuisance with no sense, no friends
Blacked out, Big Whip showed the crowd my whole dick
Middle of the stage, we bust a whole clip
So we beat your ass now we here, we did it once and we'll do it again
So I reach for the piece, Molly whopped me the next week
Hospital floor, tweakin' and twerkin' like Cardi B
Vision blurred, speech slurred, I can't talk or see
Like Stevie Wonder downing a gallon of Beam
Gotta scream "Please nurse, he's havin' a seizure!
Stabilize the perp so we can beat his ass worse
But I bit off my tongue, choked on my blood
Now I'm dead like Whip said, comfortably numb

[Verse 3: Tito the Dutch Masterson]
I'm fallin in' this motherfucker and I give him a hug
Showin' some love, turn is good like mountain erupt
I don't give a fuck, wishin' the Four
Hooliganz all up in the motherfucker and we cuttin' her up
All of a sud, start dripping blood
Sees her on the floor and you should probably call up my bud
They give me the stuff, Secret Sam cheering me up
Chloroform me, lay down while you getting me up, tea-bagging all the stuff
I just caught him with your bitch and she talkin' dumb
I package it, I'm eating ice 'til I'm taping it up
Save it up for our next day that we flying this stuff
Knockin' on your door, delivery for y'all

[Skit: Tito the Dutch Masterson & Whipstick]
Fucking Christ! What is this?
Sign your goddamn name 'cause this is making me all covered in cum (Hey man, bruh)
What the fuck?
This is Tito you fucking my stuff up! Leave a message after the beep!
Yo Tito! Did you get my package? Yeah, you got it I know - hahaha. Well I figured you know your birthday was coming up! We game sure on Xbox a whole lot. You said you'd throw down on it but you don't throw down on it so l was like "Let's get this dude a gift and uh cover it in a gallon of cum."
Bro what the fuck? Dude we're mixing this album for like four fucking weeks straight now and every fuckin' song you give me is some weird fucked up shit on it. I don't know what any of this bullshit is man. And then you like "Ooh, yo, do an outro for the fucking thing" and all they be about it like "I don't know like make some horns and explosions and some other faggot shit I'd like on my faggoty fuckin' solo album!" Oh Whipstick!
Yeah, dude. We get it, OK? Fuck man! Weird ass shit