its in the morning no need for yawn ing homie get ya duck tool mr mustache merit got the cow boy type shit sends people to the lord hard body god body your a gost smoke from the shotgun from a sick demented son of a gun light shit the color purple mr murk you mr drive a hurst you dont have a chance have the junkies acting wild got my child in my life agin hollie daddys loves you just know for my baby happiness i will back pack macs no apples who want this smoke just a sample u going to pray robe and sandles you know his mom on tall candles knock me off the mantle to triphe to handle like head phones tangled stripes on tiger like a bengal wear a kango fuck no wranglers all black you know selling snow hate grows you a bitch and it shows ten toes with the packs and hoes mind slows like a dirty blunt fish scale selling tina shards for the junkies feaning heat im bringing cant sing but seen the 1911 45 or the nina or the glizxee retreat deseaed bitch bleed get down or lay down 4 pounds choppa rounds cap and gown no graduation no hesitation to the message im sending me and you no relation mind raceing hows that cold steel be taste ing roll sticky smoke revelation its a smoker session count your fucking blessing i dont do no confession motherfucker im strapped with semis have no limit you look timied im immortal in kombat im going to finish him roll up round 2 who wants smoke choo choo koocoo im white as fuck but im more hood than you check my jacket i jack shit with ratchets with extension and supressed men in black gadget muzzle flash you forget wtf just happened gun loud as fuck no close caption just choppas blastin mac 90 static get stabbed like you watching alladin told you im a 7 headed dragon blue magic toe taggin body baggin round of applause shooter on the roof like santa clause big dogs call the law they get blasted to savage with a clapper dont matter my soul is ripped and tattered my blunts fatter whip it cake batter dog food who needs some glass packs alone on them long runs to slang metric tons whats done is done lite weed laugh after the demon seed sell you a key no tall tees put your face on a shirt i murk love doing dirt bitchs go to church mask up put in work its a vibe hearing mf begs for there life im bad for your health might as well pull the tool on your self cause im used to a tool bealt