[Verse]
Tell ya bustas what I fuck you up I'm smokin' plenty blunts
The sickness through the peoples mind it's always gettin' on the line
I ain't seen the light in many years you're cryin' coloured tiers
You shackled in my fuckin' leathers place this mind in not the mare
Do not talk to me when I am creepin' in the centrefold
The pieces to the puzzle is under the covers hold 'em off
I'm so lost, I'm so lost, in the motherfuckin' sauce
An evil would you please just please, just I don't give a fuck you see