"Dropjaw" lyrics

Yes, it's me, Dropjaw
Oh, hi there, I haven't really gotten dressed yet
But, I will so, look over there
Oh look, away, or that way, or that way
No? Okay, well

Son, I take pleasure in capturing media
But I refuse to film in the bath
I have a hunch I might be bipolar or whatever
And I love cartoons
And I spit them rhymes, yo, that's truth
So if you want me to spit, I just might, Dropjaw
But, um, well, I was just saying that I'd love
If you look off me while me put on me clothes
What is that, not cool or something?
Hey, I'm too much man for you
Just let me have my shirt
Just making a movie
But I meant to leave everything on, weird
And then 'twas like so darn hot out
Look man, I couldn't help it
They say I love my kitty, but not like that, mon
Not that way
Check it out
One time I hit a deer when I was out driving
Hit him on the head
And me, me car, me car totaled
And, uh, I love my car
I got a, mmm, brushed him off
Eins, zwei, uh, uh
Didn't ruin my day
Can't ruin my day like Jesus say
Oh yeah, no problem
But the poor deer, yeah
Everywhere was blood
Yo, little Bambi's mama was leaking some ratatouille
Man, my God
Uh, got some Skittles for you, dread, come have some candy
And, um, break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat bar
Yes, dum-dum-doo-doo-doo-doo-dang-dang
Boo-ah-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba that's you, boo
Right? Yeah