[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 n***s
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, n***a)

[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, n***a
Readin' PDF's about the gender binary, n***a
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 n***a, I hold my composer
Bumpin' up swishers [?]
Pimpin' like Super Bowl City to kill the indulging, n***a
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 n***s
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]