FIRST OFF IMMA JUGGALO AND WOULD FIGHT FOR ANY OTHER MY NAME IS BUD YES ITS MY REAL NAME IM ABOUT 6' 1'' AND 140 POUNDS LONGER BROWN HAIR I HAVE A BAD ATTITUDE I GREW UP ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF DETROIT AND HAD TO LIVE UNDER A BRIDGE AND BEG FOR FOOD IMMA PRETTY CHILL PERSON TILL YOU PISS ME OFF I HAVE 2 FELINES NEXT ONE I GO TO PRISON FOR LIFE AND TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH I REALLY COULD GIVA FUCK LESS THE WAY I LOOK AT IT IS IF I DO GO I GET 3 MEALS A DAY A ROOF OVER MY HEAD A BED TO SLEEP IN AND BEST OF ALL I DONT HAVE TO PAY RENT BUT IF THERES ANY QUESTIONS YOU MAY HAVE DONT BE AFRAID TO ASK EM LIKE I SAID IMMA PRETTY CHILL PERSON JUST DONT PISS ME OFF SO IDK PEACE!!
No smoking, we aint having that,
You gotta get up outta the back,
And taking up seat space
Can't you tell by the look on my face,
That i wanna get baked till I can barely even see straight
I can drink a beer and be lit,
But i'll prolly start driving and crash or some shit
Not on weed though, i control the buzz
And i can shake it quick when im hounded by the fuzz
I wish this was another place,
I would just blow it in his face (*coughs* Hey what the fuck you doing?!?)
Just let me smoke my shit
You can put that on my probate court,
When you done, I'd like to burn you wit my....Newport!!!.
Smoke something, let the edge be gone,
And rewind the song, and homie, pass the bong
let me see ya Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
let me see ya Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
I'm not a hero, and I'm not a role model
I'm someone that'll rather hit a bong, than a bottle
And throttle my brain, into a mundane state
And maybe eat some shrooms, so I hallucinate
You can put that on my probate....
Man hold up, Man I done fucked up, I'm back on the first verse
My favorite sport's the "Inhale 200"
Where we all say "fuck it", and just get blunted
So fun it is, up in the clouds
I'm afraid of heights, but I'm Okay for now
I just like to smoke till, I'm blitzed
And I stay away from people, who can't keep it lit
Hotboxed, and got the blunt all runnin'
And ya can't keep it goin' for nuthin'
Quit fuckin' around askin' anybody hear that sound
You'se a first time smoker, about to pass out
let me see ya Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
I'm so high, that I stand on a ledge,
And I take another puff, now I'm over the edge.
Simon says, "puff, puff, pass"
Keep hogging my weed I'mma beat that ass
Outta cash, On my last little bit of the bag,
Im so glad I got my stash in the back
Eyelash stickin', Eyes all dry,
And my mouth feel like I been eatin' cotton pie
Still I wont stop smoking my pot,
Green grass is the shit that I'm lovin alot
Sit and wait on the block for the spot to get hot,
Then I go buy everything that they got
They only had a couple bags of that hot,
So I just said fuck it and grabbed a whole lot
I gotta get high or my heart might stop,
So I gotta find something to cop. Here we goooo
let me see ya Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
Blaze
Can you roll it up
When the beats stop, roll it up
Since back in the days
I be blazin' up
I wanna hear you say
WHOOP WHOOP a friend made this for me.
"We Don't Die"
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few that can handle this
Freak shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart
But is cold as ice and broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black with contacts
Straight maniac
Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot
Sand through the hour glass ticking of the clock
If you don't know by now it's too late
We the most serious thing on the market since date rape
We the dead
We don't explain or feel pain, beserko
Keep it underground to maintain
Bitch you better checknuts
I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months
Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes
Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like that
Axe Murderers, we don't die
Serial Killers, we don't die
Freaks of the Night, we don't die
We get high, we don't die
Coming up outta the ground
From the underground tunnel I dug
To keep away from the mainstream lover
Just want somebody to move and get hurt
Got your hole dug deep in the dirt
Can't hurt?
With you bitch motherfuckers makin' love to the press?
With a bitch name tatted on your chest
Me and motherfucking' madrox, hauntin' the joint
Bringin' death to the people that don't get the point
We don't die
Uh huh, we unreal
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel
Freak shit
It ain't about being rich
It's about juggalos and runnin' with lunatics
As long as y'all rock this we won't quit
We do it all for y'all, I mean that shit
Everyone of y'all means everything to me
We bleed for y'all, that's why we call it the family
It's hard to explain the element my
Self inflicted pain
Were not positive, and upliftin'
Fuck you, walk a mile in our shoes
Experience hard times and payin' helly dues
Freak shit
What I live what I breath
Cast out Mutant X like his disease
Still they try to ban our sound
Cause supposedly it would be resurrecting
The dead from under hollow ground
You in the dead zone, 10 points for us
You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs bust
Plus, you can't trust him
But I can bust him in half
And sit back and laugh at all the shit I did
Can you do that?
Could you school that?
Better yet, I'm a wigged out serial killer
Type war death
Freakshow, different from the rest
But I, love it though
Put you to the test
gotta growin reputation of a sick mind on the cuttin edge of innovation where everybody walks the flat line its hard to be soulber when your drenched in a suicide high in a do or die life let it do what it do aint no tellin when it can happen it can happen to you nothin good is what im up to waisted wishes wish a mutha fucka would its what this shits really come to pushed to the edge feel the wind in my face and ill disapear without a trace ill be damned if the get me to fall i might stumble a lil bit but thats the weed an alcohol and get focused like a didgital pic and get to shootin on you Hippocratical insinical pricks
