Album: 6 Feet Deep
Wanna see something that could make ya sick?
Stand in front of jets on the gaza strip
I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage
Then I get blitzed from the charge
I felt my head swayin, my eyes in a daze
Felt and violence and off balance I got drugged for days
A room full of smog, I dipped it in my dart
Then I threws it at my dog
I need another hit, hurry, quick! hurry, quick!
My highs takin signs and the shits about to kick
Im gaspin for air, my vision dissapears,
Im blinkin and Im thinkin--yeah!
Word, cause that's the shit I was hawkin
So stay the fuck away cuz I spit when Im talkin
Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid punk--
When Im trippin
Chorus
Some people like cheeba, some like brew,
I get mad lifted off four gallons of glue,
Pretty soon I spin like a top, in the middle of the room
And the shit wont stop!
Now what I see when I triiiiippppp
The rats in the basement all start to flip,
All through my building, from door to door,
I swear there's a fire, so I piss on the floor,
Now down the corridor was old fat ned,
Schemin on a blowjob from a crackhead,
He was like `hey wanna piece little man?
I was like `yo, Im better off with my haaaannnndddd!!!!!!!
Oh shit, reality returns,
I need another hit but the glue wont burn,
Im cukoo and murderous, just plain nuts,
Smokin sodium menthol cigarette butts,
And trippin
Chorus
(yo, pass it man)
86 on the strip, and yo my hands was -------,
The reaper, the keeper, my niggaz lets get--------
----------- I put the high on the stimuli,
Im like the two face, like the signs of gemini,
My head keeps on spinnin, constantly continuin
Two Tabs Of Mescaline, fucks up my adrenaline,
Im in a----uhhhhi can't escape it,
Its likeuggghhgoddamit--i hate it!
So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine,
The wine, it fucks up my mind, everytime,
Im goin, and all I wanna be doin is bonin,
But like a dope fiend character Im ------,
Im stuck, fl-fl-flipping, sssslipping
Im tripping
Life of the-----
Can be stopped by accident
When you're tripping
(cuz Im trippin)