put me in a cell with big lurch and ted bundy
because i kill tracks and eat these white bitches that dont love me
im real ugly, gotta bible that stays dusty and a fist that stays bloody
to put it real bluntly,
my drank stays quite muddy rather shoot dice on the corner then go study
bet all your gwop buddy, and im gonna win it and make you feel crummy
its ok tho cuz i felt that way my life and i dont see myself ever excapin this strife
the nightime is where i thrive and come alive
listen to this shit right here and download it on your hardrive
i dont jive just tell you what really goes on in the 206s dirty dark slums
where crackheads lurk and we got kids not goin to school turnin into bums
rat race paper chase, sell rock on the block and come on back to home base
break bread with the fam and reup on critical coke
this routine is gettin so old i dont even know if i like to smoke
weed, or sometimes called cess cuz the only thing it does is mess
up your mind, lose track of time rewind only im disinclined to say if im blind
eyes so bloodshot even mary jane wonders whats wrong
wouldnt even care if the bitch was shirtless only wearin a thong
infinte possiblitys as to why my life didnt turn out so good
could it be i aint to smart or is it cuz im addicted to the hood?
over thinking my choices only gets me so far
cuz when i needed you most the only thing there was a cigar
so i smoked it up and choked it up eventually im drinkin to much 40 and throwin it up