Chead - Hyper Crush

I’m ill I’m ill, I’m-I'm ill I’m ill, dale

I’m ill I’m ill, I’m-I'm ill like Don Chead

What you’ve just said is one of the most insanely idiotic

Things I have ever heard

At no point in your rambling

Incoherent response were you even close to anything

That could be considered a rational thought

Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it

I award you no points, and may God have mercy on your soul

Chead!

We on that Don Chead

I got my shoes on the wrong feet

Woke up in the party

Everybody looked like a Mark to me

Handful of parsley

Dressed to impress — partially

That’s terrible — Barkley

I like my Perrier sparkly

I’m so unpopulor

In a jumpsuit I rock velour

F*ck I need pockets for

Everybody owes me — I’m a entrepreneur

I ain’t got no scruples

Ego the size of my pupils

Can you pass that chead

Ain’t no limits — Master P

Let’s go!

I’m ill I’m ill, I’m-I'm ill I’m ill, dale

I’m ill I’m ill, I’m-I'm ill like Don Chead

And may God have mercy on your soul

Chead!

I’m ill I’m ill, I’m-I'm ill I’m ill, dale

I’m ill I’m ill, I’m-I'm ill like Don Chead

And may God have mercy on your soul

Chead!