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[Intro:] Flippin' out 'Cause I'm flippin' out Flippin' out Flippin' out 'Cause I'm flippin' out Flippin' out [Verse 1:] Yeah, good night, good mornin' Wake it up, wake it up Sleepy bacon egg McMuff- Mikey told me start off everyday with some angel dust Got that fairy, Tinkerbell The shit that have me thinkin', well I'm sinking into deep depression, nosedive in the wishing well Brought a bunch of quarters up Sorry that your wish sucks I'm in love with hip hop But most of my fans just fist pump Slutty girls in summer camp, they come to France and did stuff And never eat and never leave, I think I see her ribs, yuck Let me take you to American Apparel Ooh, Abercrombie, nah Aeropostale Mothers seem to love me, yeah I'm Eddie Haskelll Locked a bunches of princesse-se-ses inside my castle Letras de cancionesMade my own direction, yeah I never care what you say I'm just like Skins, I work better in the UK I just got in, they already screamin' you late Well, fuck the curfew, let's keep it DL Hughley [Hook:] I don't really know just where my head's at I don't really know what it's about So I flip out And I like to flip out [Verse 2:] Maybe I'll admit it, everything I do is sicker But I never take a day from work, I'm more like Cal E. Ripken And I hate to share the stage, I'll never say I'm Kelly Ripa Rippin' what? Rippin' beats, shit. Ask me where's Regis Hotel was so clean til I brought her under sheets and You ain't heard of me, but I win, King's speech, yep This is what I do, leave them other kings speechless Eatin all the tiger blood, the lunch that Charlie Sheen fixed Ooh I really want, Ooh I really need this Superficial women take me out to Chuck E. Cheese, quick Please do not forget the fifth graders and the freegrets Leave our table messy cause the waiter looks like Jesus Uh, Jesus Christ, nah, Jesus from the neighborhood What up to Long Island, I came back so I could say what's good More like De La Soul, less like other white folk Have you seen 8 Mile, though? I choked [Hook:] I don't really know just where my head's at I don't really know what it's about So I flip out And I like to flip out From Letras Mania