Hyper Crush — Chead lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "Chead" by Hyper Crush.

Lyrics

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!