yeah my name smoke, you lookin like joke, just take another toke, and pass around the poke, before i bust yo brain, all over this clean cloak, 187 and murder is a hope, sale a bag of dope, straight to the Pope, if you chill wit the smoke ya brain will go berserk, lookin like a jerk, popin all them percs, this shit just curse, swear i killed this verse.