Ate Some Drugs
I got a split psychopathic personality
Like Michael Myers with a knife I get to worsen your reality
Curse in your mentality
You'll be the first person in the hearse
When the bullets are dispersing through your belly jeans
Try telling me what I'm doing is a felony
Fuck bitch I'll eat you like a jelly bean
Then sit back and puff on some of that smelly green
The fatality rate has gone up again
Oh really when
Are you on drugs
You're God damn right I'm high on drugs
Taking out thugs
If you fuck with my buzz you'll get hit with five slugs
I meant to make you disabled
I'm mentally unstable
I'll choke us both to death with the microphone cable
I'm a mad scientist on the synth
An evil lyricist babbling
I'm packing a musical journey through this labyrinth
If you get stabbed then guess what what
You're going to get stabbed again oh fuck
So I grabbed him and stabbed him in the abdomen
Then grabbed him again and kept stabbing him
Jabbing him with a pen then I pulled out another knife
And started stabbing him again
Then kept stabbing him until the mother fucker was dead
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
Once i got you you're not going to get loose
There's no use in asking an assassin to unfasten your noose
We're past truths delusional and illusive shit
The abuse is more profuse then when Lucifer produces it
Why haven't you produced a hit
Because I don't give a shit about a hit song
I'm on my eight millionth hit from this bong
I'm taking off thongs
And I get to sniff rippers over six feet long
I do what I want and you ain't fucking stopping it
If you try I'll make sure your wake is with a closed coffin lid
We gather here today not to celebrate the life of this man
But the death of him
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
Like Michael Myers with a knife I get to worsen your reality
Curse in your mentality
You'll be the first person in the hearse
When the bullets are dispersing through your belly jeans
Try telling me what I'm doing is a felony
Fuck bitch I'll eat you like a jelly bean
Then sit back and puff on some of that smelly green
The fatality rate has gone up again
Oh really when
Are you on drugs
You're God damn right I'm high on drugs
Taking out thugs
If you fuck with my buzz you'll get hit with five slugs
I meant to make you disabled
I'm mentally unstable
I'll choke us both to death with the microphone cable
I'm a mad scientist on the synth
An evil lyricist babbling
I'm packing a musical journey through this labyrinth
If you get stabbed then guess what what
You're going to get stabbed again oh fuck
So I grabbed him and stabbed him in the abdomen
Then grabbed him again and kept stabbing him
Jabbing him with a pen then I pulled out another knife
And started stabbing him again
Then kept stabbing him until the mother fucker was dead
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
Once i got you you're not going to get loose
There's no use in asking an assassin to unfasten your noose
We're past truths delusional and illusive shit
The abuse is more profuse then when Lucifer produces it
Why haven't you produced a hit
Because I don't give a shit about a hit song
I'm on my eight millionth hit from this bong
I'm taking off thongs
And I get to sniff rippers over six feet long
I do what I want and you ain't fucking stopping it
If you try I'll make sure your wake is with a closed coffin lid
We gather here today not to celebrate the life of this man
But the death of him
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
These streets are mine now
I make my own law
If you want to fuck around I'll put you in a coma
Mother fuckers don't know what I'm capable of
Until they come to my part of town and get blown up
Credits
Writer(s): Tony Reddekopp
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