Weed Lacer

Yo, yo, yo
Back to me, back to me (freestyle flow)
I can keep that beat?
You wanna keep that beat? (Yo, yo)

Yo, weed lacer, '97 burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer
I'm on some Loc ish, some fed up with this being broke ish
I'm not to joke with, bitch, I don't sell crack, I smoke it
Having a coke fit, going through withdrawals daily
Shoot up with Mescaline in front of my baby daughter Hailie
My brain's dusted, I'm disgusted with all my habits
Too many Aspirin tablets, empty medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause I'm always too blunted
Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' about, "Who want it?"
Thug and a crook, every drug in the book I've done it
My 9's at your brain, is that your chain? Run it
Crews die of an overdosage of excessive flavor
Aggressive nature got me stickin' you for your Progressive pager
Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
Stole your mom's Acura, wrecked it and sold it back to her (right, right)
Cruise in Nike jackets, escaped from psychiatrics (right, right, right, right, right)
(Yes) told the nurse to save my bed for me, I might be back trick
So barricade your entrance, put up some extra fences
A woman beater wanted for repeated sex offences (ooh)
Chasing dips, take 'em on long vacation trips
Kidnapping 'em and trapping them in abusive relationships
Mess up your face and lips, slit your stomach and watch your gut split
Cut you with the razor that I use to shave my nuts with
Mama don't you cry your son is too far gone
I'm so high I don't even know what label I'm on
I'm messed up, I feel just like an overworked plumber
I'm sick of the crap, what's Jack Kevorkian's phone number