Stoopid - EMC, B-Real

Man, I gotta get outta here, man

I can’t play Xbox, man!

Tzzz

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

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

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

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)

(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

(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