Suessomnia

Cymple Man: Can you hear me? Cymple Man, wake up, wake up. Wake up!

I woke this morning with a strangest flu

No alarm, I heard a "who."

Just like Horton, my forehead is scorching

I swore I saw a seahorse playing the accordion

Toss my quilt back that's jet black

Cause it was woven from the kilt of a midnight yak

I'm feeling zany, maybe my brain is crazy

Thermometer registered a thousand eighty

I thought "What is it a-doin' outside is rainy?"

Maybe Thing One or Thing Two could save me

Cause I am sick, sick I am

Like a cancerous anteater came and licked my hand

My ceiling's oozing and I'm feeling woozy

Like I sailed the seven seas with Captain Oobi-Knoobi

What I could I rhyme with just maracas?

Got to get my head straight, I need a doctor!

Suessomnia, Suessomnia

Suessomnia, Suessomnia

Suessomnia, Suessomnia

Suessomnia! Suessomnia

Suessomnia, Suessomnia

Suessomnia, Suessomnia

Skin getting green and am moving slow

Feel like the Grinch that stole my flow

Hey yo, Cymple, you okay?

Yeah, I'm good, man

You're kind of wobbly-wobbly

I'm just going through stuff

No more of that!

I know, I got it

Come on, give me the beat!

So now I'm getting stressed, it affects my rap

Especially when I'm dressed like the Cat in the Hat

Rat-a-tat-tat from my window came

It was a gnome with a phone singing "Royal Pains."

"What the hay fever," called Hank Lawson

"I got rhymes and-a-rhymes and-a-rhymes in my head!"

He said "Quick, look outside, you see any trees?"

I said "No," he said he thought the Lorax would leave

Move action, I need an emergency appointment

So I slid in my wrapper ride to get the ointment

Blue lights for my traffic stop

I had steel toes on so I hopped on top

It was a one-car, two-car parking lot

I parked the red by the blue car, ran in the spot