uhh uh..see once ya chew dat shit, your mind is gonna split/
start seeing red and blue, like there was an invasion of bloods and crips/
and den you start giggling, and yo eyes roll back and become bloodshot/
and keepin dem open is harder, then R Kelly in a pre-school parking lot/
and you grab a shortie by the ass, and take her to a room wit a bottle of jin/
and you pounding the cho-cha, but your eyesight start going dim/
and den u start beating her, like you was listening to Em's song Kim/
and you pull up yo pants, and its like the drugs didn't even kick in/
and you start punching niggas fo no reason, i mean slap and smack dem/
they on the floor, and they bitches trying to get dem an asprin/
and know you kickin' back a bottle of liquor, wit a spliff fulla' sess/
and bone crusher track come on, and you hoppin' up and down on sofa sets/
and then you get tired and lay on the floor, while the music is still blasting/
and you can watch fuckin' Jeopardy, and won't be able to stop laughing/
and you can't think straight, cause' you keep doing crazy shit/
and gigglin when people talkin' to ya, cause' they soundin' like Somalian kids/
and the next morning you find yourself on top of a Bemmer' (Bemma)/
fuck breakfast, yo' ass is served a mailbox full of sapinas/
head throbbin', knees wobblin', and ya can't stand up/
eyes feel bigger, breath smell of liquor, you in handcuffs/
so next time you at a party, man, chew dat shit/
ya might end up in the back of a squad car, but its all worth it/

damn that shit had feelin. Off da chain yo.