turn it out

i got plenty packs

of the boof you can not pass

and the sight that you've seen

got me lookin' like a fiend

i envisioned all of this

come out here and reminisce

with the last blunt

take it off

feel it hit

like 'em all

i can't

it's for show

i keep it on the low

when you see the demon

don't forget to let him know

that i'm coming quick

gas hit

'bout to take off in this bitch

get so hot i'm fuckin' wit'

down in dirt you cause a fit

just a little piece of shit

fuckin' with the wrong clique

packed with my shit

bustin' with my fuckin' mitts

baseball bats just sittin' in my fuckin' room

sittin' all confused

when that gonna start to bruise