2nd Hand Smoke | |||||
Free your mind, I represent the east side no peace, fuck the police, We tell you to increase the deceased at least, A grown man tellin you somethin that he believe, practice to decieve no more tricks up my sleeve, What the fuck bitch, fuck bitch, why you talking shit, you better duck bitch, before your dome get hit, this shit is twiztid deeper than that old french braid, stickier than jam and jelly phase, everybody else real talkin bout somethin, what you thought you heard bitch can it cuz you frontin, dinner conversatinos leaving you pistol whipped with abrasions, part of the contamination of mind state, sleep in a dream hopin its gone when I awake, momma think I'm a flake, cornflake serial killa, froot loop outta my mind like Godzilla, We survive like caterpillas in cacoons and caskets, stretch the industry like elastic, so fantastic, like the Newport cigarettes that I smoke, hit htat motherfucker til I choke, I brag and I boast about nothin, death, dying, and hoes fuckin, so understand that hes sayin somethin, never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime, smashin heads be my reason for rhyme, I'm on time like a mothafucka, leavin you hangin in a forest, standing in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris, check the chorus, second hand smoke when you breathe, remember when I told you always believe, you relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild, travel the world on nine cloud scream aloud. (Chorus X2) Free your mind, breathe it in 2nd hand smoke. You phony bitches wanna shut me down, pullin plugs on the microphones, Hatin on the individual handle Mr. Bones, hope your speakers ain't ohms or they dead blown, if they aren't turn this mother fucker up and mash on, and we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates, growin at a fast pace made my heart race lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder, if my woman starts cheating muthafuck her, bitch, I'm outta my cell, green weed, fame and wealth, so take your hopes and dreams and put that shit back on the shelf, cuz we rollin in a ride far from stolen, cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and, takin curbs with ease blowin trees lookin chinese, hopin the cops ain't tailin me, tryin to violate the glass house, nigga pass the blunt before you pass out, cuz its on now pushin hubcaps, patrollin the hood so fuck that, heard the shit, and the shit is all wack, plannin the attack cuz we move when its dark at night,believe the rumors cuz they prolly all right, outts sight like concealed weapons and drug trades, barracading your door for the raid, and in the shade is a sawed off double barrel pump, lookin for mother fuckers who wanna jump, cuz I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man, my trigger finger turning suckers to sand, (chorus X2) Your distraught from head trauma, you can't even see the drama,I get the persona from marijuana, at night I lay stressed with no place to go, all by my lonely screamin out fuck that show, cigarettes blunt smoke I love the smell, player hate me cuz I smoke burn in hell, cuz it ain't for everybody, I live to sever bodies so melancholy, suicide is just a folly and I'm out, (Chorus X8) |