[intro] huh, yeah, what, sure
[Verse 1: Mr. methead] bitch I might find a dirty needle in my backyard (gross) bitch I'm hitting blunts like Chris Brown and Rihanna (douche) Anita Baker got me baked off that cookie call it home goods feeling good off those woods but taking acid I'm flaccid but things arent so good now

[verse 2:Mr. methead] fuck what anybody thinks about my music take that shit to the heart weak stomach when I'm smoking fake carts (eww)

[Outro] I don't know why people get pressed when I say shit like freedom of speech no?