Stoned Junkee

Snap, crackle, and pop goes the big bowl

Nigga fiendin' but steady holdin' wit' a tight hold

No more crack but steady pullin' wit' a tight pull

All fucked up and eyes redder than a red bull

Look at that, I bet she don't know where her kids at

Used to be all that, now she's dating Mr. Crack

Had her first when she was 13 now he's 11 years

And he standin on Texas, sellin' rocks and drinkin' beers

She got another girl, she's 8, stayed with her aunt and uncle

But uncle's sick, cause every night she's suckin' on

Her uncle's dick, who can she tell? Nobody gives a fuck

She tells anybody she fucks him she'll get fucked up

So the shit keeps goin' on for another six

14 and now she's tired of suckin' uncle's dick

Got a .38 from her girlfriend in school

Went home, loaded it up and cold smoked the fool

Cause he's a

Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee

Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee

Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee

Stoned Junkee, stoned, stoned junkee

Lord, lord, lord

Lord, lord, lord

Lord, lord, lord

Lord, lord, lord

I live in every city, I stand on every block

I'm beggin' from everybody so I could smoke any and every rock

You see I'm homeless, I'm broke, I stink

I got some fucked up teeth and I'm addicted so I can't

For them kids lunch money, a child I would choke

And clothesline your granny for some change so I could take a toke

You see I'm not in my right mind,

So I'm hopin' that I can get some dope in my system by night time

So to make a lil' cash, I might wipe me a windshield or pump gas,

Or take your purse and dash,

Try'na to make a deal witcha, huh

But if I can't get a dime for 6, fool I'm 'bout to get cha

Don't fuck up and let me taste it

Cause I'mma chip your shit, take my lil' piece and freebase it

I ain't nothin' but a clucker, your typical glass dick sucker

Basehead, geekin' motherfucker

Just call me a...

And I'm still rollin' a fattie but I'm dippin' it into that water

And makin' me a wet daddy, the green monster

Tameka be tellin' me not to do it

But everyday I find myself full of that fuckin' embalming fluid

Yeah, so you can certify me as a fiend,

And if you smoke dip fool you know what I mean

Now let me lean to the motherfuckin' left

Start walkin' fast and get my blast by my goddamn self

That's how it goes, movin' slow in the south

A stone cold junkee with some drugs in his mouth

High till I die, and fry is all it takes

Don't make me catch a case by pumpin' them slugs in your face

I'm at the geekin' stage so you better not trust me

And I'll still buck you down, motherfucker if you buck me

So close the top of the toilet cause it's finna get funky

I'm smokin' like a fiend cause I'm a stone cold junkee

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