This track's for all the tweakers that're f***in' this place up. GET OFF THAT sh***!
Straight from the ghetto of Colorado Springs to fuck up all you marks. Nonetheless, I still come with the psychotic illness that nobody dares to touch.
What up? The name's Rage and rage is what the fuck I do best. Murderous style mixed with tight beats and incredible lyrics. Peep game.
Story behind the song
I've been around so much ice an' shit that I'm just sick of seein' people on it. Bitch asses think it's cool to get all methed up...Ain't so cool when you're all fucked up with nothing left in your life but a needle...
Lyrics
Chorus:
Get off the meth/
Shit rots ya head/
Be bet' off dead/
Get off the meth/
Verse 1:
Now I know you people all think meth-is-great/
That shit's better off left-in-place//
Worse than heroin, crack-'n-X/
Meth's that shit that'll snatch-ya-breath/
Leave you trashed-in-depth/
Quit buyin' it, save ya cash-instead//
You think anybody wanna be around-a-tweaker/
If you think so then you might as well turn ya down-ya-speaker//
Meth blown-up-the-streets/
My brother touched it, ended up in a colma-fa-weeks//
That shit's trashin'-ya-life but still you cashin'-the-pipe/
Go 'head and do meth, that's-when-ya-die//
Think of those chemicals flowin' through-ya-veins/
Ooo-it's-great until you lose-the-weight//
Now you scrawny-as-fuck running-a-muck/
What-in-the-fuck have-we-come-to/
Life's breakin' down upon us as-we-run-through/
Give crank and the baggy-up-too//
Originally destined for medicine to help fatness/
Some crackhead turned it into a whackness/
He made a profit sky rocket an' that's-it//
You could become a drug-dealer-too/
Just watch the cops come-hit-at-you/
You prolly sittin' back laughin' like I'm-pittiful//
Ice'll leave yo' brain-squeeze/
Also yo' heart goes detained-freezed//
How the fuck can someone support-they-kids an' still afford-ta-get grams'a-meth/
It causes so much family damage-yes/
Only thing crank can manage-is-stress//
It's funny though how you dumb fucks steal the dumbest-shit/
But take a second to think of God and your punnishment//
God doesn't like ugly, shit-was-written/
Exodus Chapter 6, scriptures-10//
So if you find yaself on meth, tryna-pick-pockets/
All I got is five words, time-ta-get-off-it//
Chorus:
Get off the meth/
Shit rots ya head/
Be bet' off dead/
Get off the meth/
On crank and now you ain't got no-feelings/
It's so-silly to see these hos-drilling holes-in-the-arm/
Inside ya body it's like blowin'-up-bombs//
Parents find ya eyes dialted/
Try-ta-fade-it/
You bitches die-ta-make-it/
Producin' meth inside-ya-basements/
Suddenly shit's erupting, fire department finds-a-cave-in//
Now your whole family's dead trapped under-the-rubble/
Locked in a blunder-of-trouble//
Meth even reduces your vocabulary/
It's sad-'n-scary to see people strung-out-on-crank/
It's like tryna leave your lungs-clouded-wit'-paint/
Fall down-'n-ya-faint//
You don't eat-fa-days/
Not to mention sleep-or-bathe/
So nervous 'n paranoid as your knees-jes'-quake//
It's pathetic how you people upset-shit an' leave it wrecked in debt up to-ya-eyes/
Still tearin' up lightbulbs through-demise/
Take 2-'n-light the bottom-of-it/
You gotta-love-it how meth effects-ya-system/
Fall out steamin' with ya head-jes'-twitchin'//
You may think-it's-funny/
Won't be when meth takes-ya-money and makes-ya-hungry to the point where you gotta steal-ta-eat/
Skin 'n bones lookin' ill-'n-weak//
Look pale-as-fuck/
Gettin' methed up 'til you in a jail-jus'-stuck in a position you escape-from/
Now jes'-wait-some dudes in blue gonna tell you how-ta-live/
The warden's controlin', tells you when to eat, sleep, shower-'n-shit/
Go ahead 'n be-weak,-devower-a-brick/
Be dead in 3-weeks,-powder-in-fists//
So if you find yaself on meth, tryna-pick-pockets/
All I got is five words, time-ta-get-off-it//
Chorus:
Get off the meth/
Shit rots ya head/
Be bet' off dead/
Get off the meth/
