Murder of The Story. Video (MV)

Uh, y'all ain't know I was funky like this, huh?
Let's show them how we do it, baby
(I wonder what sort of a man Benjamin has become)
It's the most unpredictable, most visited villa
The cold sinister killer, who wont kill a chinchilla
I'm froze over in feeling, she broke bones from kneeling
I smoke dope, I'm sealing up dough, from floor to ceiling, bud
And I will admit,(and I will admit) I'm a fiend when I see the bud (I'm a fiend when I see the bud)
And I'm filled with green(and I'm filled with green)
Money, envy, and weed
And there's trees...frogs...celery
(no, you can't just name things that are green)
(What the f*ck)
I don't know what, (what) who, (who) why, (why) this shits going on (I don't)
I am a screaming star, transforming Cybertron
I am the flyest guy (I am) that you will come to find to be reliant on
Hey I get it
Lemme guess, you was passing me up in the halls, thinking I had smaller balls than the average doll
What the f*ck?
( Dude, why'd you say that?)
( That was weird)
That was inappropriate
I'm sorry, I'm just coping with the murder of The Story
It's a cold pandemonium
He scolded me, I handed over to him arrows with some poison in them and said
"Here, poke them in and ignore the symptoms"
I put before him 2 fists, and he sort of flinched
Now he's on the corner across the morgue on 5th
( dude, stop, it's over)
The beat's over, man.
Wha- Oh... What?!
It's over, like the song's over.
Oh.