thats why i dont like eminem, all these suburban rich kids who aint even been in a fight, let alone hold a gun, think theyre hard asses cause they listen to his shit

this is why i stay psychopathic.

i could smoke a stick of dinomite an not be dead
i like it cause it fuck wit my head,
i stay weeded indeed
a killa need it
i could eat it
to feed it
proceed
an keep it heated
now who the fuck dont like my flow
u aint heard my words i make the beard of a wise man grow
hydro
in a good way u fuck wit my head
an without u fucks id be dead
im tryin to smoke a little something fer my dawgs who dont smoke
the only sass is grass cause they all too broke
wit the anybodykilla blowin indian tumbleweed
us ghetto scrubs flippin nugs at thugs
we dryin faggots in faygo tubs
an eatin dead bugs
im tryin to say anything that rhymes
so i can fuck wit ur head like the sass does mine

we get down an roll it up smokin blunts all nights
u dont gotta hit it too hard, the weeds that tight
sticky icky situation
dehydrated
cottonmouth kreepin
the gang got me fadded