Where's the weed, I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Mix it up with cocaine so her can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum But I
imagine it Chillin' in the Bat-Mansion and relaxin' When all a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners It's Can-i-bitch on some "Stan Lives" shit It
it all in all I spit, Instead I always try to swallow it, Instead of staring at this wall and shit, While I sit writers block sick of all this shit, Can't call it
It's coming, it's coming Why is y'all runnin'? It's over, it's coming Where y'all going? What y'all running for? It's over, it's moving closer, the sky
was all that, she said, "I don't have to work today Take a little nap so we can do it again" No sooner than she said it, keys jingled, door slammed He
and dis him and walk away Excuse me ice cream tee Hello how do you do Quite fine my darling and how are you Well I'm doing quite fine but I'm kind of
the day some folks weren't with it What's this rap thing? They just ain't get it They didn't understand, they didn't quite see It's all about adrenaline
, you can't find it You can add it, divide it, subtract it or multiply it I'm like a drug you get addicted when you try it Can't fight the feeling, don
across To all you levas who couldn't catch it, you can't match it Even though you try to snatch it,a style from a lil' vatos Who won't let go of a flow
is no equal, you can't find it You can add it, divide it, subtract it or multiply it I'm like a drug you get addicted when you try it Can't fight the
, blood-sick creatures searches for it's sacrifice Through the hideous darkness, it lurches, driven by death itself Only the satisfaction of slaughter will cause it
me (background: why don't you get a job, man? ) Oh no, here they come, man Stop it, man, stop it, man I can't fucking take it, hahahahah Come on, man
ain't no body jocking the shit, use an open-toe sandal, just flip-flopping it. Here's one for your play list, "Suck my motherfucking dick". 1st single, you can wait
wasn't Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma I'm so sick I can't sleep at night, might
that he knew Last call, he was sick of it all The endless stream of reminders Made him so sick of you, sick of you, sick of you Sick for your sound, sick
't you quit? You really make me sick with ya fraudulent behavior You're gonna make me flip and then an army couldn't save ya Why don't you behave ya
so tight I can't wait to get with you so we can drink all night I think all just go in and quit my work today Stay home with you all day