Tekster:
Smoke Blow Junkie Killer

It's the shit, clearly blunt junkies Have been known to croak Unless them toke of it's the bomb For those who think life is unfair 'Cause I blow my smoke

Hand sec, this on? 2nd Hand Smoke, yeah yeah 2nd Hand Smoke Alright ladies and gentlemen prepare yourself This is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You be the judge

or die wit' me I was in the 'Nolia, lookin' for that killa guerilla I know my nigga gangsta got it on wild willa Uptown consist of drug dealers, and thugs For the junkies

a kite string All right, let's hear it for contestant number one What's your name sir? Yo, MC famous, the killer Okay Mr. Anus Driller, you want to

green Now that's what I call chemistry That's what I call, Enterprise Call my work, The Enterprise Twenty junkies beaming up to Scotty in my Enterprise Smoking

jury when I see you in the street It's da Project nigga, roll, ready mane, to kill a hoe Put the thang to you head squeeze the trigger let it blow Break

be quick Infra red Now when you wake upi'm wiping the cold out your eys with the barrel of the gun Holding your son, smoking branson Blowing smoke

lies 'Fore I die, wanna drive big bodies wit' bubbla die Now peep the otha side, ova them hills Rich dude that own them mills Tha candy sto is open for sale These junkies gone smoke

sick, my doe be sick Now when you wake up I'm wiping the cold out your eyes with the barrel of the gun Holding your son, smoking Branson Blowing smoke