I'm
I'm
I'm
Dale
I'm
Dale
I'm
I'm
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
I'm ill, dale
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 unpopular
In a jumpsuit I rock velour
F**k 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
I'm ill, dale
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
I'm ill, dale
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