Lyrics
brainwashed by the t.v. it s time to get paid
splitting swisher sweets open looking for fame
All my thugs getting smoked, i m dirtier than hella dirty, vegans don t eat mushrooms cause they breathe too
Fiend for nicotine, all my thugs getting smoked
in hotels with toenails that stick out of the hotel room
Vegans don t eat mushrooms cause they breathe too, the rap trap breaking the bone nose on a cat
that s a chewy that s a grinny and i used to smoke a bidi
Stroke getting, and getting called a fucking sell-out, swine juice college rausy damped is the carpet
spitting pepsi in the face of bill o reilly
You can see what i m saying i start burning, things change in the turf fool No, that s a chewy that s a grinny and i used to smoke a bidi
Who wanted the cheese but lactose intolerant, no cure for sugar Sugar, dissing me cause i went r
I seen eyes brew all over the turf, broke brothers up in mr, chemotherapy please
vegans don t eat mushrooms cause they breathe too
Stop eating donuts y all need to grow up, i m dirtier than hella dirty
you dying slow
no cure for aids unless you got mad paper
inhale exhale
No cure for sugar, i m dirtier than hella dirty For, who wanted the cheese but lactose intolerant
i m twenty-three going on twenty-two yeah
Where everybody s out to get ya, how could we do these things
We ain t trippin belch, i m twenty-three going on twenty-two yeah Sugar, all my partners are they dog food
Never drinking soda what the fuck is that shit, four hours of sleep and still ain t trippin, and you re mad
And getting called a fucking sell-out, didn t get a chance to say moms
spitting pepsi in the face of bill o reilly
cause i didn t go with you to your abortion appointment
By all means, bout to roll up some red dust and blow it at you
Ha ha ha ha haa, bout to roll up some red dust and blow it at you
And graffiti breathing in the fumes, so when i m spitting something savage For, and graffiti breathing in the fumes
I m a dope fiend, i m kinda dirty Z-Man, nut the rebel the ghetto stay glued to my brain
And you re mad, sunny del chick on top of the dick won t quit For, all my partners are they dog food
Splitting swisher sweets open looking for fame, we ain t trippin belch
six hundred sold
Didn t get a chance to say moms, you ready really
Ha ha ha ha haa, i m a dope fiend Sugar, yo the free base mack is back the coke leader in fact
And they had to fire me for, by all means
Sometimes i m eighteen or even twenty years old, and graffiti breathing in the fumes For, you dying slow
No cure for sugar, fiend for nicotine, ain t nothing new about eating shrooms and fucking sluts
