with my connects to get the best that dealers have in they chest
yes speaking of ganja roaches with from a black
indecent smell inhale the fouls fumes
and i thank you god for givin us some valium
how soon can i take ya girl from u
in matter of seconds and bashing a faggot

Speakin of robbin niggas i am so im the opposite of robin
with the weapons im drawin an emcee dead isnt common
Reppa spittin bout foul-fumes dat plow-few and out-threw...'
the back of ur skulls n down-to ya feet to surround-you

Surround you thats what the bullets might do
Got Army, shells they shave ya head like a mullet might do//
Fight you, nah lets get back to the raps
The beginnig of this cypha was about when mars attacks//
My man smashed the alien With the pistol in hand, grabed the crystal and ran-
I like firepower so I grabbed they missles and ran//

The smith and wesson done jamed, yeah thats common
Ran down the stairs and got hit by a black commet//

Now Im bleeding,from the head and the heal
but seen
Theese creatures with bodys of lions, and the heads of a seal//
Im not dead or in jail-but some other kind of room


Wake Up And look to the left , Homie said "Fams put down the shrooms!!"

I'm going to kill you... You annoying little troll

riggity real wrap you pussy son. thats my word how you gonna talk about you gonna kill a nigga over the net? LMAO INTERNET THUG

I don't know how to presume fo'real
ply open your neck get it? goon forrrrrrrrrreal.....

well back to the story.......

aparently the aliens can be defeated wit drugs
so i'm pleadin wit thugs or making um bleed in they lugs
cause i need coke, acid, X, and shrooms for alien doom
first i'll get um trippin than shoot um up from dirty spoons