sticky icky situations

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, my teacher always said i wouldn't be nothin', so i met him in the parking lot said "i'ma killer" and then i rushed him, sometimes i feel like a nut, runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up, straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt, sometimes i feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks, i hear voices tellin' me to do it, how would you act if you had to live through it?, turnin' back on the gat, and i stole me an ounce, now i'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked, do i smoke too much, cause i choke too much?, are you mad cause i keep stealin' your roaches bro, yo mike p! turn my headphones up, rude boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff, weed's fuckin' with my head, man i'm too damn high, yo violent j, you want the rest?, man i can smell it in yo pocket, sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough, always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy, cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply, me and j steady smokin' pounds, so at least have a sack when you see us around, like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts, so unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff, when i pass it to you, bitch pass it back, bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?, b-l-a-z-e, abk, and we got esham and violent j, juggalos outside in the parking lot, because y'all know how we get sparked a lot, got the faygo cola with the vodka twist, and when we all get together we see diamond mist, i could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead, i like it cause it fuck with my head, i stay weeded indeed, a killa need it, i can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated, now who the fuck don't like my flow?, you ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow, hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head, and without it you fucks would be dead, i rhymed dead and head for the 17th time, we double team rhymes, abk and violent j, if i loved shaggy anymore i'd have to be gay, in californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees, nia, ninjas in action we be deez, i like cheese, i'm a serial pleez, i bitch slap fans cause i be a dick like that, i get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that, i'm fat and fuzzy and i smell like weed everywhere, my homies call me smokey the bear, tell that pokey beware, don't come near here, don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair, i'm a southwest gang bang gangsta boy, zug island, del ray i aint's ta toy, my boy nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots, until you out like quamay's pokadots, i'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke, they only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke, i'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the anybody killa, blowin' indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas, ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs, we drown faggots in faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs, i'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes, so i can fuck with your head like the cess do mine, break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night, hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight, sticky icky situations, dehydrated, cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded, i'm in the water with the sharks bleedin', that's why i be a killa for no reason, speedin', my flows dope like oz's and, crush pounds and trees and, i'm all season, veteran, no one does it better than they, e and j, abk, and that's my man and them, and i always blow ganj with them, detroit playas too advanced for them, we buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them, so if you ever get a chance to glance at them, baby boy say holla back, answer him, h-u-s-t-l-e-r, yes, that's what the hell we are, see, me and blaze, wicked ways, full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 k's, i can walk on water, spit fire and ice, chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice, still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice, still f-u-c-k the po-lice, think twice like the 3 blind mice, but don't give me no advice, i shine like crystals in the jewelry heist, and still pimp hoes like heidi floess