Unused Bars Log In•Sign Up Unused Bars December, 16 2013 • Written by CarefreeZealotS Instrumental: --:-- Lyrics: I drop the top I smoke pot On the block yo bitch on my cock Shootin up the block with my glock I don't stop, I can't knock These other niggas they can't top My lines are so hot like bitches in tube tops Grab my tube socks I do rock The mic tonight it feels right you can't fight My might but it's winter so I miss the sunlight It's too chilly gettin fifties fuckin kitties suckin titties Get a quicky from a silly bitch named lilly But this windy city sorta shitty Trippy music modern hippies   I’m good at chemistry so I get high off now and laters Share ‘em with all my friends and fuck all the haters Don’t get invited to my catered green party like Ralph Nader   I slaughter beats, murder lines, and kill every single time You fuckers can’t hang when I come through with dope rhymes I’m on heroin, adderall, speed, and dank weed And I snort cocaine until my fuckin’ nose bleeds