Reefer ain't elevating in steps, u a carnie-with-ends'
In wit' that purple-haze, i coulda sworn u barney-n-friends'
your hardly ill, you ain't elite u on the kitcheners-route'
only cat i know 'raisin hell' wit the 'devils dick-in-ya-mouth'
wat ya sicknezz-bout?, RB's my 'battlin-ground'!
n we do the purple haze, but 'reefers wat we 'passin-around'
im slashin-this-clown, so im laughin n 'wastin-the-shotty'
pullin this win out the bag, n im 'replacin-ya-body'
so how u wannit wit can, ur lines don' run-with-respect'
your punches miss more due-dates, than 'goverment-cheques'!
your runnin-wit-death, an hes faster then turnin-magicians'!
n they way u on ya knees, hair ain't the only thing blurrin-ya-vision!

last line..his avy..

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