(HOOK)
"Yea im on it them boys they want it but i be messed up on it"(2x)

(JOKA)
Messed up on ecstasy pills,
suppose to heal the pain you feel,
most commonly real, on the streets doing a deal,
proven to kill,stacking benjamin bills,
keeps you calm and chill,this shit is surreal,
step into my lab find the right logo using the pressing machine,
thats starlized clean, its seems splashing it down with lean is my daily routine,
fresh out the black market,
im known to have the best product,
no need to benefit my profit,
there is many choices to choose from MDMA,Speed, or even Meth base,
on your tongue is that a hint of sour you taste,
my supply is not laced,
this drug produces stimulant effects thats bliss,
no mir mortal can resist,
my cerebrum took a rejected affect,
with dislikes it took 30 mintues till effect,
watch all the serotonin hit eject

(HOOK)
"Yea im on it them boys they want it but i be messed up on it"(2x)

(BLUDIE)
SNIIIIIIFFFFF...Thats one way to get me to yer brain
but the rush is so much better when I go in through yer vein
I hit the nervous system, away goes yer pain
Just a lil taste of me an youll never be the same
Ima make you feel great but without me yer sick
Bang another dose in yer arm, its just a lil prick
Already ya feel me, coursing through yer body quick
Weed used to be yer favorite, But I made you an addict
Labeled a junkie all because how much you love me
Youd steal from yer family, put nothin above me
Im yer God, yer lifeline, all that you need
Forget all yer friends, its their fault they ODd
Im the reason that you finally feel so accepted
Didnt fit in with them other kids, they always rejected
No one ever understands you, not even yer own parents
But Ill always be there...yer dear friend Heroin

(HOOK)
"Yea im on it them boys they want it but i be messed up on it"(2x)

(SIR SMOKES ALOT)
Im on a scavenger hunt, looking for the narcotics
Take a rest, smoke a ounce of the finest exotic
The skills that I spill in on the mic is unreal
Like you just walked into a marijuana field
I breath smoke on the daily, on a mission to cop it
Im in a field of dreams when smoking this chronic
I got the best shit around, can nobody top it
The purple the haze shit make you demonic
Oh you got what I got, thats highly ironic
Cause I grow on my own, fresh hydroponic
I keep my shit on the low, cause Im the weed inventor
Hit this shit twice, you fall faster then trade centers
I smoke to get high, just hit it and pass it
Eyes all low, like a heroin addict.