drop and spit from my lips drips off lit candle wicks..
clots your skin grids mix cigs acidic shit..
depict a burn this shit will earn you and turn you..
inside out like cheap shit theyll return you..
eyes broil ..sitting in flame soil..
people remains light up like wrap foil..
out cold in acoma but your bodys still hot..
your minds a cake.. your brains ready to flop..
this cig will cost you more than your wallet..
more like the last drink to an alcoholic..

next weapon...a 2x4