You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
His face turnin' blue like the Smurfs
He had to pull up his skirt
I keep a stick not a Nerf
Bussin' caps 'round this block it ends in a hearse
In the woods yeah in the leaves where I lurk
I bounce and attack when I hear a chirp
Had to play him stupid like Herbert the Pervert
But I'm really sweating like a bitch giving birth
Shit, I had to whip it all up with no apron
Y'all fools, Drake and Josh, and I'm really Megan
Y'all bipolar, black and white, like a penguin
Guessing every word you say like its hangman
I think you should make like a chip and dip
Little bitch I'm on fye I buss off the rip
Want it whole wheat or rye with your pickle dill
You a little small fry I'm a bigger deal
Your bitch still giving top its immaculate
She in my pocket like Colin Kaepernick
Better hit Tommy B to go cop the nic
Lifestyle Skate 3 I just did a flip
You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Gotta showcase your skillset
Fried in the skillet
Can't knock me off my pivot
Mistaken me for a midget
I'm doing the dishes I'm passing these bitches
This her theme song
007 inches like I'm James Bond
I'ma paint on her face that Crayola crayon
But I still gotta watch what I say wrong
Bitch f*ck Taylor Lautner I was Team Edward
I'ma have to make you hibernate go on westward
I just flipped the board from chess into checkers
Then I got five cheeseburgers from Checkers
I'ma split 'em with my bitch like Zoey and Chase
F*ck around we'll call it a dinner date
She was hungry so she ate off my plate
At the Rinx but you can't skate past eight
I could grow a flower in the motherf*ckin' sand
I'm a big baller yeah the motherf*ckin' brand
Why do your raps sound so motherf*ckin' bland
Bitch I freestyle you need a motherf*ckin' plan
You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
OG Yacky - Orb of Confusion Lyrics
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You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
His face turnin' blue like the Smurfs
He had to pull up his skirt
I keep a stick not a Nerf
Bussin' caps 'round this block it ends in a hearse
In the woods yeah in the leaves where I lurk
I bounce and attack when I hear a chirp
Had to play him stupid like Herbert the Pervert
But I'm really sweating like a bitch giving birth
Shit, I had to whip it all up with no apron
Y'all fools, Drake and Josh, and I'm really Megan
Y'all bipolar, black and white, like a penguin
Guessing every word you say like its hangman
I think you should make like a chip and dip
Little bitch I'm on fye I buss off the rip
Want it whole wheat or rye with your pickle dill
You a little small fry I'm a bigger deal
Your bitch still giving top its immaculate
She in my pocket like Colin Kaepernick
Better hit Tommy B to go cop the nic
Lifestyle Skate 3 I just did a flip
You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Gotta showcase your skillset
Fried in the skillet
Can't knock me off my pivot
Mistaken me for a midget
I'm doing the dishes I'm passing these bitches
This her theme song
007 inches like I'm James Bond
I'ma paint on her face that Crayola crayon
But I still gotta watch what I say wrong
Bitch f*ck Taylor Lautner I was Team Edward
I'ma have to make you hibernate go on westward
I just flipped the board from chess into checkers
Then I got five cheeseburgers from Checkers
I'ma split 'em with my bitch like Zoey and Chase
F*ck around we'll call it a dinner date
She was hungry so she ate off my plate
At the Rinx but you can't skate past eight
I could grow a flower in the motherf*ckin' sand
I'm a big baller yeah the motherf*ckin' brand
Why do your raps sound so motherf*ckin' bland
Bitch I freestyle you need a motherf*ckin' plan
You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
His face turnin' blue like the Smurfs
He had to pull up his skirt
I keep a stick not a Nerf
Bussin' caps 'round this block it ends in a hearse
In the woods yeah in the leaves where I lurk
I bounce and attack when I hear a chirp
Had to play him stupid like Herbert the Pervert
But I'm really sweating like a bitch giving birth
Shit, I had to whip it all up with no apron
Y'all fools, Drake and Josh, and I'm really Megan
Y'all bipolar, black and white, like a penguin
Guessing every word you say like its hangman
I think you should make like a chip and dip
Little bitch I'm on fye I buss off the rip
Want it whole wheat or rye with your pickle dill
You a little small fry I'm a bigger deal
Your bitch still giving top its immaculate
She in my pocket like Colin Kaepernick
Better hit Tommy B to go cop the nic
Lifestyle Skate 3 I just did a flip
You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
If it ain't broke don't fix it
Gotta showcase your skillset
Fried in the skillet
Can't knock me off my pivot
Mistaken me for a midget
I'm doing the dishes I'm passing these bitches
This her theme song
007 inches like I'm James Bond
I'ma paint on her face that Crayola crayon
But I still gotta watch what I say wrong
Bitch f*ck Taylor Lautner I was Team Edward
I'ma have to make you hibernate go on westward
I just flipped the board from chess into checkers
Then I got five cheeseburgers from Checkers
I'ma split 'em with my bitch like Zoey and Chase
F*ck around we'll call it a dinner date
She was hungry so she ate off my plate
At the Rinx but you can't skate past eight
I could grow a flower in the motherf*ckin' sand
I'm a big baller yeah the motherf*ckin' brand
Why do your raps sound so motherf*ckin' bland
Bitch I freestyle you need a motherf*ckin' plan
You can call this the orb of confusion
Like a young Sammy Sosa im juicin
I just poured up a pitcher of kool-aid
How you showing up early but too late
If you steeping I knock off ya toupee
Need a 2020 Bentley Mulsane
I need something to take out my road rage
You was at school on the Fun Brain
Writer: Jack Frank, Thomas Barbella
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid