maybe in time, niggas won't snort powder by the pound/
they'll get higher by buying them a few liquid lines/
squeeze it out the packaging, new style of relapsing/
go play, call this the mental yoplait, drink for relaxing/
no more syringes, no box cutters to line or sequence/
its straight out the bottle, take it to the head like gin shots/
when ya face turn blue, just remember what you did/
aint no de ja vu, you end up on ya death bed/
watup skeleton, chang.
next weapon: speaker wires
one mic only
"never the best, honor thy worse"