your face and there'll never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
Because your pockets will not turn green Some thought that there was no vaccine But it seems that we have a cure Chamillitary Mayne Get off your couch
out here tryin to save yourself some people today You got the good book in your hand and the robe on your back Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac
heaven to warn, I'm repping the lifeless Weapon of Christ is, you run out? I'm steppin' in Check with the seven deadly devices, living the real world Fuck, your
nigga's like cellular flips and swell up your lips Fuck with so much dick in their ass, it's shrinkin' her hen house Hey yo, before you empty your clip and pull at your
're my remedy I'm sick for your love and you got the cure You know that I want it Am I wrong 'cause I want it? It's your fault that I want it Girl,
You know who your fuckin' wit? W-w-wicked clowns You know who your fuckin' wit? W-w-wicked clowns Wicked clowns, wicked clown Wicked clowns, wicked clown
runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran your mouth, mouth We can sing or we can bang It ain't no game we untamed Whether it's fame or we can aim Release your
music take your mind press rewind the venom is in em the tecca nine combined let my virus up in you I love fiends so open up your pores for daddy and
down for eight My other one just got found in a lake So I pour the Gin, down it straight 'Cause liquor's all that cures me When I'm in this here fucked
Ayee mama, I know the weedman! Weedman, hes my friend. [x2] [Verse 1:] The weedman, the cannibus pack, the vegetables, the lettuce man, the hydrogen laugh, the cure
It's okay, it's all right It's okay, it's alright Yeah, here we go D C T is in the house, boy It's okay, it's alright Whatcha thinking doing the things
care I don't know what's out there I don't know where or how Just take me to your leader now Take me to your leader now" Justin is adjustin' to the
friends We'll try if we can to get home on the weekends I gotta run now go home and take a shower We all can meet up at your house in half an hour I
Open house, grease my wheels Since my vision's been restored Trip me once, shame on you Trip me twice, I'm the fool Thought it's hidden I've been cured
in town Take your pick of the finest wine Lay your bets on this bird of mine Roll on up for the price is down Come on in for the best in town Take your
Police The party's over If you all just grab your stuff and leave There won't be any hassle The party's been closed The party's over with, grab your stuff