"Don't get it twisted I do some dirt too but I ain't never put my gun on nobody who wasn't in a gang."
"A man must have a code."

Freak diesel power, cheeba cow, keep cheese green and sour
Leafy loud tree with the kiefy flower
Chief it down steaming scout leaping out of my reefer cloud
Greazy style yeah my breeze is foul
Sleeping sound, sea foam blue dreams about
New strains grown daily in a secret house
I need pounds
Fuck a feeble ounce if I don't roll up right now I might go blow up the town
Bowls fully loaded like the queen's crown
Big Jah Guts cover High Times, fuck around
Puffing on the couch while we flooding all the drought
Don't come shouting with a bag of stems and seeds like "sorry the gems got weeded out"

"Fuck it then, for another pig sandwich and some tater salad, I'll go a few more."

Chrome kick it craze, everyone think they gangster
Kids say they're gripping bangers so I spit this lead
Jaws click and spray front lawn bullet trade
Strong is the aim on long distance range
Bronze hits your brain, raw song ricochet
Kong is the game so I'm stomping away
Broads with the fangs chomp on your watch's face
All they want is the riches, hit 'em with dong and blaze
Staying slimey as crooks with grime filling up brooks
From unsterilized lines in my hooks
See their spines getting juxed
I cut prawn behinds with one long slice to spill out their inner linings of gook

I try to tell these rooks to stay in line but they shook
Like Michael J. Fox with a coloring book
Oh I'm a go blind for that
Like God's trying to say "Look, you can't just spray every damn thing that just pops in these rhymes you cook"
Forgive me McFly, I'm really just trying to get booked
Every fucking day that passes by fills my wallet with soot
And pop flies so I slide in a nook
Hear shots fired while I'm grinding that puss
You got that? That bitch should get cocked back
Rock flaps, split her with jizzum rhythm give hot baths
Twats splashed, tip top hat, lift shot glass
Got class but I'll still peel your thoughts cap