Sister's Gone Crazy

[Clear Snortin a crushed Antihistamine]
[TV Presenter:] Hello
Ladies and Gentleman. Today we're gonna talk about sister and sister
relationships. Do you have a sister? I bet you're both naughty [changed lyric]. Who's your daddy?
[Sis] Sis, what're you
doing? Clear: Hahahaha. Nothing! Sis: You're looking at porn! Me: Gtfo! [Door slams] Me: B(eep)!
Everybody on the web, listen up! I'm goin to hell, who wants to drink spiked koolaid with me?
[Sis text complaint to friend] My sisters crazy.

[Me about my Night elf] There's no mountain Clear can't
climb. There's no castle too high, No hunk that i can't learn how to
ride. What do i gotta do to get through to you all, to show you There ain't
nothing i can't take this fake sword to. F---in' brain's breasts, and lips I cut 'em off, i got 'em
pickle dipped and bronzed in a glass jar. Inside of a NYC mall, with my
autograph framed photo, big wig with Lady Gaga's name, on my drag wall
I'm out the closet, i been lying my ass off All this time, me and my cat been kissing
with lights off [Cat] Meow! So tell Michelle and her husband to back off Before i push
this (beep beep!) button and blast off And launch one of these Iranians, and
that's all Blow every f(beep)ing rag-head, on the map off When will it stop? When will these libs knock the
crap off? Sis, tell 'em! [sis ]No Way! My sister's lost it
Chorus:
There's nothin' to say or do that will change me, I can't stay
I think my sisters gone crazy!
A little help from God won't do much, you tell em' sis.
My sis has gone crazy!
Theres nothin' Jesus could do
or say that could ever change things
My sisters gone crazy.
There's no one on earth that can help me, not
even sis
Think my sisters gone crazy!

It's like my mother always told me [Imitates Mom] gramma grampa cousins farm aunt uncle garden really hot guy blah blah blah and my issues and you, you need new meds If you don't stop it, i hope you're locked up...uh..Fack that crap, dog, eat
a (bleeping) (beep) Go on a diet, run on a (beep)ing treadmill, and stfu about the mill (beeping) (beep)
I'd rather put out a mother(beep)ing cape and dress as the female batmans. I'd rather dress as a (beep)y, eat my own (beep)y And have a mustache glued to my face with a
fake (beep) surgically added onto my lap Then quit bringin my blows, quit giving me ammo
Can't you see why i'm sucha meanie? if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my
m.o. I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie [moan sound] Catch an a-hole by his toe,
ah man i don't know no mo Am i the only facking b(eep) who's normal any mo?
[sis] Clear!
My songs can make you high five, take you on a ride, And at the same time, make
you dry your eyes while wanting to touch my thighs See what you're seeing is mistress genius at
work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to make mistakes at first, Cuz this is just a parody
and when i speak, it's inspired by a man who'd sired a cute little smart girl
I'd slit my (beep)ing wrists before id ever
cut my tongue I'd slice my chest, get struck by a f(beep)ing semi twice at
once And die and come back as Kate's daughter (beep)ing drinking and smoking crap at pubs,
And left out of everyone's will, while the commoners laugh about it Like when
a thug puts out a rap record comes on More pain inside of my (beep)y, than
the eyeballs of a man trapped inside of a wall Inside the new World Trade,
standin' on gramma's grave, Screaming at God, till crowds gather as Clear
Clyde and her little Sister And thats pretty much the gist of it, my Parents are
pissed, but kids will love it Like Nine millimeters stashed at the theaters, in
Colo-whatever noone needs them, just claws I don't blame you, i wouldn't let any babies
listen to me neither
Chorus
Cray-zy
[Anonymous Hot guy]You're funny baby!