[Verse 1: Anybody My teacher always I wouldn't be nothin' So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and I rushed him I feel like a nut Runnin' through the neighborhood, shit up Straight motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt Sometimes I feel that my fucked up, and it really sucks I voices tellin' me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to live it? Turnin' back on the gat, and I me an ounce Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head whacked Do I smoke too much, cause I too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your bro Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my up Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky Weed's with my head, man I'm too damn high Yo Violent J, you want the (Show you right!) Man I can smell it in yo (Roll it up) Sandwich bag filled up you ain't got enough Always with your road dogs, don't be shy Cause when a comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J steady pounds So at have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts So yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff
[Verse 2: Ya Dead Homie] When I it to you, bitch pass it back Bitches don't for free, where the ass be at? B-L-A-Z-E, ABK And we got and Violent J Juggalos outside in the lot y'all know how we get sparked a lot Got the Cola with the Vodka twist And when we all get together we see diamond
3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be (POP!) I like it cause it with my head I stay weeded indeed, a need it I can eat it to feed it, proceed and it heated Now who the fuck don't like my You ain't heard my will make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my And without it you fucks would be I dead and head for the 17th time We double rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I loved anymore I'd have to be gay In Californ-i-a, pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In Action we be I like cheese, I'm a serial I bitch slap fans I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky sick like that I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell weed everywhere My homies call me The Bear Tell that pokey beware, don't come near Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe partin' your hair I'm a Southwest gang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy My boy Nate's the boy, my whole busts shots Until you out quamay's pokadots I'm tryin' to a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke They cessed and stressed cause they all too broke I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" the Anybody Killa Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty Ghetto scrubs flippin' at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' bugs (Ew!) I'm tryin' to say that rhymes So I can fuck with your like the cess do mine
x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Break it down and roll it up, smokin' all night Hesitate to hit it too hard, the that tight Sticky icky situations, creepin', the game got me faded