We're Weed!
Bad man i am with the backpack on
What's inside? A black cat maybe a fucking gat
Here it scream rata tat tat
It's too late for all that
Don't make a move im too crazy
Manifest a dead baby
Slit your wrists I said "maybe"
Cracker rapper slim shady
Cracker get a fucking back Crack
In the back listening to kodak
Black is the color of my soul
Laugh in your face cause I ain't getting old
Lies upon lies all the stories you told
Back to the day I sold Crack likes its gold
We're the weed, we live in peace
So Manifest your horrid dreams
And smoke the freedom that's keepin you greener
Be the better beater boy don't beat around its freezing
We're from the trees
We're from the nature
Hail all the bees
We'll smoke that new fixture
Young CLC, yeah that's me but I go by KP
Please don't ask me how that be
Children with lisps and that corn in they teeth
Cut loose and sip from the fountain of dreams
KP on the track
Makin rags into raps
Hit your ass with my gat
Leave a stain On the mat
Til you're black like my caddy
She just sent the Addy
I'm back on them addys
I'm geekin real gladly
While tweakin stay savage
I'm far from just average
Yo bitch not an amateur
9 months from now she'll be having my janitor
Born as a hustler
The dude with 5 women up under the covers
I don't make no blunders
Did I fucking stutter?
Mixed stew
Missed you
Don't shoot
Hey Zeus (huh)
I'mma have a heart attack and end up in the back of the black hearse
I must have a fat curse
I know that I'm not worth
Much more than a rat's word
Kp make the track hurt
What's for desert?
An Apple flavored Filling filled with something fuckin absurd
I call the sheep and watch as all my demons slaughter the herd
If all you got against me is a couple negative words
I'll smack that shit down like I'm Tyson K.O. in the fucking first
I don't wanna be the one to put you in a hearse
I don't wanna have to fucking put you in a verse
Fuck with me one time and then I'll send you to the nurse
You might have to exercise because KP is cursed
What's inside? A black cat maybe a fucking gat
Here it scream rata tat tat
It's too late for all that
Don't make a move im too crazy
Manifest a dead baby
Slit your wrists I said "maybe"
Cracker rapper slim shady
Cracker get a fucking back Crack
In the back listening to kodak
Black is the color of my soul
Laugh in your face cause I ain't getting old
Lies upon lies all the stories you told
Back to the day I sold Crack likes its gold
We're the weed, we live in peace
So Manifest your horrid dreams
And smoke the freedom that's keepin you greener
Be the better beater boy don't beat around its freezing
We're from the trees
We're from the nature
Hail all the bees
We'll smoke that new fixture
Young CLC, yeah that's me but I go by KP
Please don't ask me how that be
Children with lisps and that corn in they teeth
Cut loose and sip from the fountain of dreams
KP on the track
Makin rags into raps
Hit your ass with my gat
Leave a stain On the mat
Til you're black like my caddy
She just sent the Addy
I'm back on them addys
I'm geekin real gladly
While tweakin stay savage
I'm far from just average
Yo bitch not an amateur
9 months from now she'll be having my janitor
Born as a hustler
The dude with 5 women up under the covers
I don't make no blunders
Did I fucking stutter?
Mixed stew
Missed you
Don't shoot
Hey Zeus (huh)
I'mma have a heart attack and end up in the back of the black hearse
I must have a fat curse
I know that I'm not worth
Much more than a rat's word
Kp make the track hurt
What's for desert?
An Apple flavored Filling filled with something fuckin absurd
I call the sheep and watch as all my demons slaughter the herd
If all you got against me is a couple negative words
I'll smack that shit down like I'm Tyson K.O. in the fucking first
I don't wanna be the one to put you in a hearse
I don't wanna have to fucking put you in a verse
Fuck with me one time and then I'll send you to the nurse
You might have to exercise because KP is cursed
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