Hello, my name is Shawn Spencer
This is my partner, Lil' Wayne
The evidence is underwhelming
But my intuition is insane
A trained observer misses nothing
Each imperfection is a trail
It's not a question of "if" or "where"
But "when" the guilty party goes to jail
The park
The bus
The park
The bus
The spirits are sticklers
Just check with Gus
I've heard it both ways
The right way and then yours
I've heard it both ways
Let's not open any sores
I've heard it right and wrong
Don't "cheech" my "chong" anymore
The feat's already set in motion
I feel the crime scene come alive
Drop all your preconceived emotions
And notions unless you're Nova Scotian
And feel the criminal connive
Our victim's here and feeding vermin
Your patient drifts into his view
He scoots aside, but still uncertain
What this dark stranger's gonna do
You get all this from broken peanuts
Perhaps we're drifting off the track
This is a psychic demonstration
I'm makin'
They lost a mental patient
I'm not sure which of them is cracked
The nuts?
You're cracked
You're nuts
I've heard it both ways
The right way and then yours
I've heard it both ways
Let's not open any sores
I've heard it right and wrong
Don't dipth my thong anymore
No, anymore
No, anymore
No, any-
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