Lyrics
the point im trying to get across is sharp,
like the teeth of a shark ripping your feet apart,
my style is like a scary movie, and i spit my shit fluintly,
and i spit and any fuckers that wanna try to ruin me,
you would have better luck sueing me, and you can sit there booing me,
illl just boo back and abuse you willingly,
cause i spit with skill, and my spit can kill,
you like a homocidal manic climbing up your window sill,
i grin and bare it, and grin when i rip and tear shit,
i swallow a 100 pills, then sit and prepare for it to hit
then i start sweating a bit, grinding my teeth,
blinded by the bueatyful beat, i put it on repeat,
and sit their for seven hours, staring at flowers,
in amazment at all of the pretty colors,
suddenly the feeling is gone,and im left with a pain in my teeth,
holding a picture of flowers and that fuckin song on repeat,
i get on my feet, warn down and pissed off,
and i cant even piss, cause the circleation is cut off,
my mind has run off, im left with the pill taste,
and the bottle of vodka that i used for the pill chase
,i dont like the drugs,
but the drugs like me,
they make me happy, when i feel shitty,
i dont like the drugs,
i just like to chill,
if it means taking a pill, then fuck it i will,x2
magic mushrooms are now legal in the city,
but i advise making tea, cuz eating them tastes shitty,
its just a pity, we cant walk to the local shop,
and cop an ounce, and bounce all the way home to chop,
but until then ill still go for the legal highs,
swallow mushrooms and watch the room go to mush before my eyes,
im in another place,out of my head in inner space,
the only person the belongs, everybody is out of place,
i start to pace, i feel lost, my mind is racing
this isnt heaven its hell, all of my fears im facing
in my bare feet, on my knees stareing at the toilet seat,
i swallowed too many mushrooms, all i can hear is my heartbeat,
and all my thoughts are completely screwed up,
and im starting to regret the mushroom tea that i brewed up,
and i cant puke up, the six cups of tea,
i drank four cups to many, and i feel dizzy,
i miss reality, and the person i used to be,
im not me anymore, im just a shell of what used to be,
a full body, a person with a destany,
i just pray that soon, this will just be a memory,
i dont like the drugs,
but the drugs like me,
they make me happy, when i feel shitty,
i dont like the drugs,
i just like to chill,
if it means taking a pill, then fuck it i will, x2
my habit these days just stays with hash,
cause its the only drug, that wont make my mind crash,
and i dont mind paying cash, for this little bit of peacefulness,
but people miss the point of this, and people just point and diss,
hash wont or turn into a terrorist, and make me wanna kill
its quite the oppisite, it just makes me sit still,
and my rooms so smokey it could cause a fire drill,
i feel tired and full,i ate a whole pack of crackers,
while running home from texco, being chased by a pack of knackers,
with firecrackers, macheties and hammers and chainsaws,
maybe im just paranoid, and they were something i thought i saw,
the fact they were their isnt really a fact, in fact
im slow to react but act like im intact, with the rest of the pack.
but now im just a lone wolf, alone and feeling strange,
zero money, no cigerettes, walking home in the rain,
i have a small nodge, but i dont have any skins,
im goin out the limb, looknig for some in a rubbish bin,
i found two papers, but thees the magic number,
i gotta hunger for a joint ,the size of a cucumber,
im not addicted to this, i could stop anyday,
i just choose not to, and thats the way its gunna stay,
i dont like the drugs,
but the drugs like me,
they make me happy, when i feel shitty,
i dont like the drugs,
i just like to chill,
if it means taking a pill, then fuck it i will,x2
