[Hook: C. Ray]
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, O-D-D we call it Odd-Tism
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Aye, I think I'm sick, can't tell my arm from my dick
Don't be alarmed you slutty bitch, nah I'm just venting
Big game every minute, you niggas go back and forth like tennis
I get cash, put that Louisville slug in that ass nigga
See I don't trust, ready to die when I bust
Imma get a nigga to fry when I eat them guts
(Nigga what'd you just say?) Eat them guts
I turn em, beat them sluts, make sure they don't breath no more
Make sure they don't eat no more
Put em in the back of the dark blue cut
(Put em in the back of the dark blue what?)
See I don't know if my brain's right
Happy then sad in the same night
That crest got when the game's tight, but
But I'm so drunk I can't aim right, hit two bitches in the same night
Nah fuck, but really hit them bitches, then Imma hit them switches
Y'all mad? You better dig some ditches, oh bad, circumcise em, all that
It's that living raw black, siccness in him
You know what I'm saying? I mean I went to the doctor, he told me I might have-
[Hook: C. Ray]
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, O-D-D we call it Odd-Tism
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, O-D-D we call it Odd-Tism
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Aye, I think I'm sick, can't tell my arm from my dick
Don't be alarmed you slutty bitch, nah I'm just venting
Big game every minute, you niggas go back and forth like tennis
I get cash, put that Louisville slug in that ass nigga
See I don't trust, ready to die when I bust
Imma get a nigga to fry when I eat them guts
(Nigga what'd you just say?) Eat them guts
I turn em, beat them sluts, make sure they don't breath no more
Make sure they don't eat no more
Put em in the back of the dark blue cut
(Put em in the back of the dark blue what?)
See I don't know if my brain's right
Happy then sad in the same night
That crest got when the game's tight, but
But I'm so drunk I can't aim right, hit two bitches in the same night
Nah fuck, but really hit them bitches, then Imma hit them switches
Y'all mad? You better dig some ditches, oh bad, circumcise em, all that
It's that living raw black, siccness in him
You know what I'm saying? I mean I went to the doctor, he told me I might have-
[Hook: C. Ray]
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism, call it Odd-Tism
I have been diagnosed with Odd-Tism, O-D-D we call it Odd-Tism
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