i might record this give me crit please cheers....

it’s the f.. a... u know the rest/
and a blunts like a gun it put a man to rest/
hit my chest - like a pace maker - couldn’t live without it/
check my biography since 12 my whole lifes about it/
fuck.... dieing..., kick.... the bucit/
suck it, little did i know the chilm was rusted/
now im dusted plus-it infected me with tetnes/
heat rocks on my white shirt got it looking cheked/
wrec-ed im feelin lighter then a leper
then I noticed some dope shit 'spotted' it like a lepord/
grabed my wepon smoked it oh shit, now im floatin stoned/
my tone prone to nock u off the high throne/
in the zone with a bong for everlastin never pass it/
im blasted expand my mind like elastics/
weeds like crystlnach - smashing, the best/
cos when u inhale it get shit off ur chest/
so hippies fill ya dikies, get ur eyes red like a hickies/
switly takes my brain quickly, look shifty eyes misty/
strictly smoke the rock ses or if im rich sticky/
so put ya motherfukin blunts up an smoke with me/

the bars r uneven but there even the way i rhyme
some words might be english like chilm, dickie bong, kick the bucets a frase for dieing and bukets something u smoke rock from

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