lazy eye from Carolina Country Boy them dogs will find Y a smoke from the Chopper boys like sweet ganja 762 it will blind you toe tag you body bag you then I drag you to the hog farm mini hogs around you tear you up into pieces turn you into their feces spread you all on that crop feed it back to your pops that's what you call the cash crop I told your ass to stop before you got popped I told him Sun he he wouldn't listen his ass got dropped guess that's a stopwatch as the cops work day and night around the clock to find a body that's left out to rot all part of my plot as the paper bleeds from this pen I try to wash the blood from my skin forgive me Lord I've went and done it again