Lady (Um humm)

Oh baby (Um humm)

My sweet baby (Um humm)

You're the one (Fury)



[Chorus]

Lady (Oh yeah)

Oh, baby (oh yeah)

My sweet baby (oh yeah)

You're the one 



Uh huh... I know



[Verse 1]

Well it's Mr. Obituary, put beats in a cemetery

I rip a beat into pieces, like sheets in a dictionary

The teachers try tried to teach me but I was sleepin' in every class

I never passed, it didn't seem necessary

I'm super psychedelic

I'm smokin' weed whit the fairies

And if drugs are bad, throw away every CD you carry

Cause drugs have inspired every musical visionary

And this ain't even the album

So the thought alone should be scary

I do this for the geeks who feel they need to compare me

I swear I'll push this button, give me a reason or dare me

And everything gets blown and everybody gets buried

And there you have it, I shot the track like Berry



[Chorus]

Lady (oh yeah)

Oh, baby (oh yeah)

Oh, baby (oh yeah)

Oh, baby (oh yeah)

My, my baby (oh yeah)

Oh, baby (oh yeah)

My sweet baby (oh yeah)

You're the one 

I know, I know, I know, haha



[Verse 2]

They tryin' figure out, what's my business incentive

I'm simply tryin' speak to who or whatever will listen

And reach out to the kids who the doctor prescribed with Ritalin

So this for all of my aliens and all the Indigo Children

And anyone who said I would never see this position

Allow me to drop my pants and turn around for you to kiss it

Huh

But that was the motivation I needed for me to get it

And this has been a Bobby Ray Power Point presentition

I mean... presentation...

Aww, whatever you don't care