Take a dab, wake up, write a song
I feel better when I'm all alone
I'm like a skeleton smoking on the bones
Smoke a blunt, then a bag, then an O
Oh, whoa, look at him go, look how he flow
Voice sound like a Rootbeer Float
Pour four in the sprite till the

There's nothing wrong with me
What's wrong with the masses?
Codeine drink got me slow like molasses
And a Fanta too, I'm fantastic
Kill the beat 30 seconds no challenge
Smoking herbs, smoking burnt, smoking salad
Whack-A-Mole hit an MC with the mallet
Both sober, underground ballad
Eating sеafood, shrimp, scallops

Fire up like a halibut fillet
I got vеrses for days
No pussy boy I don't wanna hit your J
Smokin blunts with a snake to the face
Hit the scene so hard that I shook it
I'm a demon bruh, yeah I know I don't look it
I ain't very violent but don't push it
Don't push your luck (Oh oh)
Don't push your luck (Oh oh)
Oh oh