just showin some old shit. me n my dude colin did a song to boom by royce, so thats what this goes to...
just let the -reefer spark- fuck what the -teacher taught-/
i tear these -emcees apart- wit my -lethal thoughts-/
fuck you up seperate ya -teeth and jaw-/
forget about weed man we smoke the -leaf n bark-/
-leave the mall- with money probably a -g in all-/
hit u with this blade and make ya fuckin -breathin stall-/
-fleein wal- mart with a bunch of -stolen objects-/
-swollen pockets- from -holdin dollas- and -golden watches-/
take some pills light the blunt -back n forth we passin it-/
start throwin up more colors than -labratory accidents-/
brains a little off like theres -no safety- so -dont make me-/
just -go crazy- and -throw babies- at -old ladies-/
when im -high as curtains- bitch you can -die for certain-/
throw you up and seal you then i -light the furnace-/
after a couple blunts and im done -drinkin icehouse-/
better do like houston bitch, and -keep an eye out-/
for those that dont get the last line.....the r&b singer houston tried spoonin his eye out for some odd reason