we in chehalis we made it flyin like planes
high and spinnin just like some boomerangs
slangin dank by the tanks pullin pranks
out of state bout to make a route to take
take out a scout at the gate with a rake
fakin suckas like play action while im smashin
my bumper gone put you in traction
cuz were passin back bleezys in the fat back lac catchin
the vapors like vics on the mic stick slick
spittin lyrics quick after i touch the douchie
to the bic and give it a flick shit i get lit
like a candle im a situation you cant handle
if i ramble ill stick a sandle in yo ass like jon randle
smash you like a keebler elf cut and gash you
with a cleaver off the shelf feelin like hell
times twelve on seron gas while im puffin red baron grass
and scarin your ass with a nightmare in a glass
ill be right there in your flask masked bout to place
you in a casket trashed... lasted too little got wrapped
in plastic with your ass kicked cuz i hit you with a riddle
take apart your face in the middle fill you up with
all blue skittles thats crazy
chillin with suspect mic g and lazy
we gettin off the drank like gravy drinkin like trains
when im thinkin i take the bull by the reigns
when my stomach starts sinkin
ima change the topic again cuz im high
cant never deny what i write cuz its tite
so kick back and enjoy
this rhyme is only a decoy
while you was readin this i was in yo pockets
stealin your wallet to buy some new toys
for the kid in myself
i served a bid when i was twelve
now ima government secret ill be buried alive if i tell
out
high and spinnin just like some boomerangs
slangin dank by the tanks pullin pranks
out of state bout to make a route to take
take out a scout at the gate with a rake
fakin suckas like play action while im smashin
my bumper gone put you in traction
cuz were passin back bleezys in the fat back lac catchin
the vapors like vics on the mic stick slick
spittin lyrics quick after i touch the douchie
to the bic and give it a flick shit i get lit
like a candle im a situation you cant handle
if i ramble ill stick a sandle in yo ass like jon randle
smash you like a keebler elf cut and gash you
with a cleaver off the shelf feelin like hell
times twelve on seron gas while im puffin red baron grass
and scarin your ass with a nightmare in a glass
ill be right there in your flask masked bout to place
you in a casket trashed... lasted too little got wrapped
in plastic with your ass kicked cuz i hit you with a riddle
take apart your face in the middle fill you up with
all blue skittles thats crazy
chillin with suspect mic g and lazy
we gettin off the drank like gravy drinkin like trains
when im thinkin i take the bull by the reigns
when my stomach starts sinkin
ima change the topic again cuz im high
cant never deny what i write cuz its tite
so kick back and enjoy
this rhyme is only a decoy
while you was readin this i was in yo pockets
stealin your wallet to buy some new toys
for the kid in myself
i served a bid when i was twelve
now ima government secret ill be buried alive if i tell
out