Weed lacer, '97 burgundy Blazer Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the Mercury Tracer I'm on some loc ish, Some fed up wit the being broke ish I'm not to joke wit Bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke it Having a coke fit and going through withdrawals daily Shoot up with mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailey My brains dusted; I'm disgusted at all my habits Too many aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets Losing battles to wack rappers 'cause I'm always too blunted Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' about, "Who want it?" Thug and a crook; every drug in the book I've done it My 9's at your brain, is that your chain? Run it Crews die from an overdosage of excessive flavor Aggressive nature got me stickin' you for your Progressive pager Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer Stole your mama's Acura, wrecked it and sold it back to her Cruise in Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics Told the nurse to save my bed for me "I might be back Trick" So barricade your entrance! , put up some extra fences A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses Chasing dips, take 'em on long vacation trips Kid nappin' em' and trappin' em' in abusive relationships Mess up your face and lips Slit your stomach and watch your gut split Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts with Mama don't you cry, your son's too far gone I'm so high, I don't even know what label I'm on I'm messed up, I feel just like an over worked plumber I'm sick of the crap, what's Jack Kevorkian's phone
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