I'm Going Bananas Video (MV)

Yo, yo, alright bro, let's bury this bitch
Yeah, shovel it up
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It goes a little something like this
Check me out, yeah
What a catastrophe, that tragedy can happen to me
And I'm sick of all these cowardly cowards you see
Walking around the gas stations exactly at 3
Actually, why the f*ck am I talking about me
I'm gonna panic as I swing from a hammock
God damn it, I'm frantic, still trying to withstand it
Like I'm Stephen Hawking
But I can hawk and spit the shit that you wish you could spit
If only you were him, I got the wit and it's lit like a wick, that's it
But you could sit, spin, and do it again
Now grab me my hallucinogens, I see two little twins
And I got Freddy Krueger in my dreams
He creeps, I'm under siege like a submarine
That sinks to the bottom of the sea
I call it sodomy, but I need a lobotomy
Cause of all these personalities that are bottled up inside of me
Are coming out of me, my tank is half empty
And I'm gonna blast as I go off of the street
I think I'm gonna split
I'm going bananas
But she's a ho-ho-ho
Yeah, she's calling me Santa
She's not my girl
But I guess you can have her
The best I can give is this gold spray painted platter
I said I think I'm gonna split
I'm going bananas
But she's a ho-ho-ho
Yeah, she's calling me Santa
She's not my girl
But I guess you can have her
The best I can give is this gold spray painted platter
But this Christmas, she gets this Saint Nicholas
Her taint's all over my dick and she keeps rubbing it in
Yes, her tush, not the puss, let me give it a squish
As I wobble in from all the pills that I took
I see her twerk in the club, leaning in to give me a rub
All I want is a hug, but f*ck it, I must be her love bug
We put our cards on the table, but only her shows hearts
I got the aces, so deuces, I'm leaving you in the dark
Kings and queens, ha the f*ck is your train of thought
I'm going off the rails, what was I saying? I forgot
Oh yeah, I'm unleashing fear in our atmosphere
So gather up your loved ones and hold them near
But you're crossing my hindsight, I see you dear
Now come here, let me whisper in your ear
Something you never would have thought you would hear
Why'd you scream? Now I gotta run
F*ck it, see you later, hun
I think I'm gonna split
I'm going bananas
But she's a ho-ho-ho
Yeah, she's calling me Santa
She's not my girl
But I guess you can have her
The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter
I said I think I'm gonna split
I'm going bananas
But she's a ho-ho-ho
Yeah, she's calling me Santa
She's not my girl
But I guess you can have her
The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter
Smoking big za every f*cking day
White boy in the trenches still getting paid
Getting laid, f*ck school, yeah, the trenches where I'm made
Where I'm made, where I'm made, where I'm made, where I'm made
Yeah, I'm going bananas, I'm not chasing all the fame
Used to post up on the corner while I'd sell lemonade
Bad hoe wanna f*ck when I was in first grade
But the bitch was a nut, so I nut in her face
Like my momma used to drink up all that liquor in that case
Used to chase us around the house, yeah, we never felt safe
Yeah, you say you lost weight, what the f*ck did you take
Remember leaving the house, five months stood away
Five months stood away, never felt the same
Freddy Krueger in my brain, gonna take over after the chorus plays
I'm going bananas while I'm sipping Charlemagne
Just a f*ckboy chasing the pussy's not a case but
I think I'm gonna split
I'm going bananas
But she's a ho, ho, ho
Yeah, she's calling me Santa
She's not my girl
But I guess you can have her
The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter
I said I think I'm gonna split
I'm going bananas
But she's a ho, ho, ho
Yeah, she's calling me Santa
She's not my girl
But I guess you can have her
The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter
Welcome to my world, bitch
It's not my fault this bitch is dead on her feet
Every town has an Elm Street
Three
Two
One
Ready or not
Here I come