Lyrics
im cancerous, like a 3 skin joint with no cannibus,
you cant handle this, but point the at hand is this,
i plan to spit mist, till i got all of you soaked,
and if you boo, ill use my fists to make all of you choke,
like my very first toke, from my very first joint,
way back when i was young wondering what the fucks the point,
this joint isnt doin shit, i dont feel stoned,
10 minutes later, eyes are red, and i was in the zone,
never wanting to ever go home, fuck being stright edge,
i enjoy being fucked up, it puts me on the edge,
i feel alive, like ive been sucked up, and im sittin in the sky,
fuck your pinicillin, gimmie a joint and im chillin high,
watchin time just tick by, gimmie 3 more papers,
open a window, and the smoke from my indo's chillin out the nabours,
im doing them a favour, their settin up BBQ's,
and the smell of burgers and sausages got me feelin starvin too,
gotta get some food, i feel the hunger coming on,
ill just smoke the rest of this joint, and spit the rest of this song,
tell me what the fuck is wrong, with chilling out having a smoke,
buildin about 20 joints and having a toke, if you dont liek it, your a joke,
and you need to be dead, im done with this rhyme, i need to be fed,
this weed has gone to my head, i feel a whitey comnig on,
here comes the hook, learn the words and sing alone,
i dont care,
if you dont,
like the fact,.
that i smoke,
and i dont,
give a fuck,
if you dont like
to light up,
just a year ago, i was sittin chillin in amsterdam,
been their twice now, and i plan to go back, you understand?
it smells the way heaven would smell, under a stoner spell,
it left me in the place i fell, distant from the race of elvs.,
i saw bongs sittin on shelves, marley on the radio,
desideing what kinda weed we want, debating where we'll go ,
gimmie 2 grams of silver haze, and a can of coke,
a pack of papers, and its that easy, i kid you no joke,
we stayed for a few tokes, feeling the buzz,
loving every minute of it, chillin with my cuz,
then it was back to the hotel room, with a bag of shrooms,
they kick in soon, then we're trippnig for the rest of the afternoon,
just smoking, listining to some tunes, it feels great,
theirs guys like me in every city, and every estate,
of every color every race, like to put a joint to their face,
but you just label us negitive enemys of the state,
you dont comtemplate or debate, any feeling but hate,
the same people who drink till they puke,drunkin actin a state,
but we're labels criminals in the eyes of socioty,
i cant even wear my rizla t-shirt without somebodys eyes on me,
judgeing and dispiseing me, like ive a habit,
i know half of you would like it if you just took a stab at it,
if your stressed just grab at it and deeply inhail,
i fail to see what reason there is why we deserve to be in jail,
you wanna nail us to a cross with the rules that you inforce,
your tools are brute force, but i still choose to smoke of course,
until my voice is horse, and if i run out of papers,
ill rip a page from the phonebook and seal the joint with a stapler,
i dont care,
if you dont,
like the fact,.
that i smoke,
and i dont,
give a fuck,
if you dont like
to light up,
ive been raised on soapbar hash, it wasnt a faze,
now i spend my days, smokin white widow, and purple haze,
i hope it stays that way, so i can pack a 3 skinner,
if your selling im buying, so everyones a winner,
im not a stoner, this is just a hobbie,
but all you snobby fuckers look at me like i comitted robbery,
its only hated by socioty cause it doesnt bring to the economy,
so what if i smoke drugs, bitch dont be mad at me, come give me a hug,
because we're all equal in the eyes of the man above,
i got money on my mind, and honey in my blunt,
i throw sibliminal gang signs, with 2 fingers in a bitches cunt,
im like a glitch in your stunt, like a fault in your parashute,
im picking rappers off,takin shots like a photo shoot,
i spee
