Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be okay
Stop it, mother, please!
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on and your clothes and your brain
Get me out of here, mother!
Take a little break, little break from your silencing
There's so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday
A Roman holiday
You're done, you tight, you suck at life
You don't want a round 3
Worship the queen and you might come pass
Keep it real, these chicks couldn't wipe my huh
Anyway, stylists, forget the Barbie
I am the ultimate Svengali
These chickens can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin', repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flows is sick, and I'm a lunatic,
And this can't be cured with no elixir
Cause you don't know who the fuck, what the fuck I do
Had to put the pressure to every duck I knew
Quack, quack to a duck and a chicken too
Put the hyena in a freakin zoo!
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be okay
Mother, stop it, please!
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on and your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break from your silencing
There's so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday (leave me alone, mother!)
A Roman holiday
Witch...twitch...bitch!
Godmother's right, this is World War 6
This right here might make a bitch die
And this right here is gon' make a bitch cry
And if we're being honest, I am such a great guy
And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
(Breathing hard)
I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under
All them girls ain't eating, they dieing of hunger
Mother! I need, who is this (ohhh)
And, yes, maybe this is a type of Tourette's
Get my wigs, Terrence, go and get my beret!
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman (mother, you're a psychotic lady!)
You'll be okay. (stop it, please! Get out of my head!)
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on and your clothes and your brain
Take a little break little, little break from your silencing
There's so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday
A Roman holiday
(Church music)
Come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, I am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, I am Roman Zolanski
Talking about me, ya talking about me!?
I tell you, mother, they talking about me!
They must be smoking a couple of OC
They want the outline, I get 'em a goatee! GAH.
Mother, they talking about me! I tell ya mother, they talking about me!
They must be smoking a couple of OC
They want the outline, I get 'em a goatee!
Mother, forgive me.