heh....lit as a mutha fucka
with verbal enhancment i chance it a temptation with no incineration//
flow nase for those days when ya cat says u need to lay off the rock//
my shits like indecent exposure construction of nothing but elite composa//
pop tha top to my snapple as i drop ya addams apple reach out and grapple trap gravel unda ya skin as i travel CMOKE my shit heres a sample//
roll up each bar till u could Cmoke that shit n hotbox ur car people be smellin ur ass near or afar this weed tearn me apart my mind is shatterd like a glass shard u just pulled the wrong card (joker) the name of the game is lyrical poker, set ya chips down while i slip a verse down listen as we both converse this sheet of answers for people like u who are only "glancers"//
must be the weed.....
PeaCe
~Cmoke