Lady (Um humm)
Oh baby (Um humm)
My sweet baby (Um humm)
You're the one (Fury)
 [bad word] 
Lady (Oh yeah)
Oh, baby (oh yeah)
My sweet baby (oh yeah)
You're the one 

Uh huh... I know

[Verse 1]
Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery
I rip a beat into pieces, like sheets in a dictionary
The teachers try tried to teach me but I was sleepin' in every class
I never passed, it didn't seem necessary
I'm super psychedelic
I'm smokin' weed whit the fairies
And if [bad word] are bad, throw away every CD you carry
Cause [bad word] have inspired every musical visionary
And this ain't even the album
So the thought alone should be scary
I do this for the geeks who feel they need [bad word] me
I swear I'll push this button, give me a reason or dare me
And everything gets blown and everybody gets buried
And there you have it, I shot the track like Berry
 [bad word] 
Lady (oh yeah)
Oh, baby (oh yeah)
Oh, baby (oh yeah)
Oh, baby (oh yeah)
My, my baby (oh yeah)
Oh, baby (oh yeah)
My sweet baby (oh yeah)
You're the one 
I know, I know, I know, haha

[Verse 2]
They tryin' figure out, what's my business incentive
I'm simply tryin' speak to who or whatever will listen
And reach out to the kids who the doctor prescribed with Ritalin
So this for all of my aliens and all the Indigo Children
And anyone who said I would never see this position
Allow me to drop my pants and turn around for you to kiss it
Huh
But that was the motivation I needed for me to get it
And this has been a Bobby Ray Power Point presentition
I mean... presentation...
Aww, whatever you don't care