abk come on my teacher always said i wouldn t be nothin so i met him in the parking lot said i ma killer and then i rushed him sometimes i feel like a nut runnin through the neighborhood tearin shit up straight jackin motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt sometimes i feel that my head fucked up and it really sucks i hear voices tellin me to do it how would you act if you had to live through it turnin back on the gat and i stole me an ounce now i m addicted to the sound of a head gettin whacked do i smoke too much cause i choke too much are you mad cause i keep stealin your roaches bro yo mike p turn my headphones up rude boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff weed s fuckin with my head man i m too damn high yo violent j you want the rest man i can smell it in yo pocket sandwich bag filled up like you ain t got enough always smoke with your road dogs don t be shy cause when a drought comes he might be your main supply me and j steady smokin pounds so at least have a sack when you see us around like you ain t heard man we flippin the scripts so unlock yo ziploc and let me grab us a spliff when i pass it to you bitch pass it back bitches don t smoke for free where the ass be at b l a z e abk and we got esham and violent j juggalos outside in the parking lot because y all know how we get sparked a lot got the faygo cola with the vodka twist and when we all get together we see diamond mist i could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead i like it cause it fuck with my head i stay weeded indeed a killa need it i can eat it to feed it proceed and keep it heated now who the fuck don t like my flow you ain t heard my words will make the beard of a wise man grow hydro in a good way it fuck with my head and without it you fucks would be dead i rhymed dead and head for the 17th time we double team rhymes abk and violent j if i loved shaggy any more i d have to be gay in californ i a they pull they socks to they knees nia ninjas in action we be these i like cheese i m a serial please i bitch slap fans cause i be a dick like that i get wicked wicky wicky rhymes sick like that i m fat and fuzzy and i smell like weed everywhere my homies call me smokey the bear tell that pokey beware don t come near here don t dare unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin your hair i m a southwest gang bang gangsta boy zug island del ray i ain tst a toy my boy nate s the boy my whole crew bust shots until you out like kwam s polka dots i m tryin to smoke a little somethin for my dogs who smoke they only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke i m like bew bew bew bew bew with the anybody killa blowin indian tumbleweed we bitch booty feelas ghetto scrubs flippin nubs at thugs we drown faggots in faygo tubs and eatin dead bugs i m tryin to say anything that rhymes so i can fuck with your head like the cess do mine  break it down and roll it up smokin blunts all night hesitate to hit it too hard the weed s that tight sticky icky situations dehydrated cottonmouth creepin the game got me faded break it down and roll it up smokin blunts all night hesitate to hit it too hard the weed s that tight sticky icky situations dehydrated cottonmouth creepin the game got me faded i m in the water with the sharks bleedin that s why i be a killa for no reason speedin my flows dope like oz s and crush pounds and trees and i m all season veteran no one does it better than they e and j abk and that s my man and them and i always blow ganj with them detroit playas too advanced for them we buyin out the bar we don t dance with them so if you ever get a chance to glance at them baby boy say holla back answer him bitch h u s t l e r yes that s what the hell we are see me and blaze wicked ways full body armor 5000 rounds and about 2 k s i can walk on water spit fire and ice chinese secrets makin wine from rice still shoot dice up against the wall so nice still f u c k the po lice think twice like the 3 blind mice but don t give me no advice i shine like crystals in the jewelry heist and still pimp hoes like heidi fleiss1