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yo/ im clappin the gat/ a mattic in fact/ its a tradgey fuckin with someone that blast it like that/we handle with packs/ that we must protect with the aks/ and the axe/and i never smoke bad kuzz we handle with thrax/ play with my pack/ nigga and like a candle get waxed/il damage you quacks/ trust me/ if u see them red lasers your zapped/ haha/niggas couldnt handle the straps/i use em and get away/ police aint on my tracks/ so sit and relax/ while i put my pen to the pad/ if u can add up nigga like me bring up this math/ 1 +1 talkin bout my mom and my dad/ equals one tough majikk and im rollin with cash/ sucka/ hope u liked!!!!!!!!

buds n such? dont touch the stuff.. it makes me sleepy n i prefer to be wreckless
just woke up n had some beers for breakfast, while googling sex tips
weekends n weeknights?
im earnin merritt in clubs, kids stare when im crunk, masterd the STOMP cause i take care of my lugz
im fair when im drunk.. givin paris some love n tearin it up till her diamonds n carrots r scuffed

:::sparks up blunt::: yo just got a quarter of Juicyfruit lets do this...

we got Haze and Dro for days,but those Middies what u weak smokers crave/
i'm Dazed, Drenched in Liquor tryin to get wetter/
E&J Drunk, Purp got me Choking like Grandma's Sweater/

Fuck smokin' bud. I'd rather smoke rappers with an AK
or use a melee attack and stab 'em with the bayonet blade

My flow is over your head like a glowing street light
You only seem bright because you're reflecting me, right ?

Keep playin' your position and ride the bench
while I'm hittin' long balls that defy the fence

I'm a major league vet. You're a minor league rookie
stuck in the bush league where the Corpus Christi Hooks be

while I'm with the world champs like Jeter gettin' your girl damp
It isn't personal, man. It's just the way the world's ran

we stuff bud in the dutch,than get to Passin/
hit's ya hard with a Instant Reaction of Relaxin/
just sit Laughin, Rememberin the Times like Michael Jackson/
Crazier than La toya,Spanish Bitches All over me like Del Hoya/
let me Stuff that Taco then put me in there Mouth like Goya/

u cant Hang wit dis Bastid, got Strains that i Planted,
thats "Brainin my Damage" then Relays it in Rappin..//
I Race ta take Fat Hits, this J's got my Ass Kicked..
I Blaze on da Hash Hit up da Haze witta Matchstick..//
the Weed is being Free, to this Man n his Blunts..
so they Treatin Me as VIP at Cannibus Cups..//
Hand me a Dutch.. that is Stuffed Up wit Sum..
Hype Indo! like White Widow an Skunk Numba WuN..!//
I'm Splittin a B.. Fill it wit Weed
then I'm Killin the Frees when i Spill um wit Ease..//
i Chill wit da Trees, like a Nature Activist..
Blaze the Hash n Piff that leaves me Dazed n Laughin Bitch..//
Hazed an Cacklin Sick, whenever I stop to Blow Nugs (Go Nuts!)
say u got the good shit, but lack the balls to Grow Some//
bump sum Bone Thugs n Cause sum Devestation..
lets Pause it for the Nation of Closet Cultivation!//
look, I'm Lit Dude!! ,so battle me n u Will Lose!!
u smoke me?? ..only trees you hittin are the bottom of my Timb Boots!!
(Stomp Stomp!!)

yeah uhh

yo i fuckin got a gram of that bomb ass shit
but i used all my dough on the weed now i dont have money to even buy a dutch to roll it with aint that a bitch

I can get ya higher, even higher than me,
Don't need a lighter, my rymes laced wif T-H-C,
B4 i put pen 2 paper, i smoke a whole fuckin tree.
N watt i spit later, will get ya higher than snoop dee o double g,
Believe me, u'll turn hippy a reborn greenie.
U'll find it so superb, you'll switch on 2 tha herb.......WORD!!!!

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Northern Lights to my dome........hit it then
I transform into the tightest writer in cyphers or poems
The nicest to hold a mic, swiping at foes
A force of habit like supermodel striking a pose

Only have one mission in life and thats to get high,
Mary's givin me a boost coz I wanna touch tha sky,
A bag of weed and some liqour is all 4 tonite,
Get my smoke on, numerous cones from my bong,
Call me Jordan and watch me take flight.....

I'M TOO HIGH, I GOT BIRDS KNEELIN
I CANT RHYME WITH ORANGE SO I BOUGHT ONE AND START PEELIN
KUSH LIKE I'M HEARIN BASKETS
YOU WANT A POUND HOLD UP I'M STILL PACKIN