[Verse 1: Killa] My always said I wouldn't be nothin' So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I him Sometimes I like a nut Runnin' the neighborhood, tearin' shit up Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to a blunt Sometimes I feel that my head up, and it really sucks I hear voices me to do it (Do it) How would you act if you had to through it? Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' Do I smoke too much, cause I too much? Are you mad cause I keep stealin' roaches bro Yo P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up Rude Boy got me stoned from the stuff Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too high Yo J, you want the rest? (Show you right!) Man I can it in yo pocket (Roll it up) bag filled up like you ain't got enough Always smoke with road dogs, don't be shy when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply Me and J smokin' pounds So at have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) Like you heard, man we flippin' the scripts So yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff
[Verse 2: Ya Dead Homie] When I pass it to you, pass it back don't smoke for free, where the ass be at? B-L-A-Z-E, ABK And we got and Violent J Juggalos in the parking lot Because know how we get sparked a lot Got the Faygo with the Vodka twist And we all get together we see diamond mist
3: Violent J] I could smoke a stick of and not be dead (POP!) I like it cause it fuck my head I stay indeed, a killa need it I can eat it to it, proceed and keep it heated Now who the don't like my flow? You ain't my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my And without it you would be dead I rhymed dead and head for the 17th We team rhymes, ABK and Violent J If I Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay In Californ-i-a, pull they socks to they knees NIA, Ninjas In we be deez I like cheese, I'm a pleez I bitch slap cause I be a dick like that I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes like that I'm fat and fuzzy and I like weed everywhere My homies call me The Bear Tell that pokey beware, come near here Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' hair I'm a gang bang gangsta boy Zug Island, Del Ray I ta toy My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew shots Until you out like quamay's I'm tryin' to smoke a litte for my dogs who smoke They only cessed and cause they all too broke I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" the Anybody Killa Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas Ghetto scrubs flippin' at thugs We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' bugs (Ew!) I'm tryin' to say anything that So I can fuck with your head like the 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 icky situations, dehydrated Cottonmouth creepin', the got me faded