[Intro: Kon Artis, Swifty McVay & Eminem]

Mm

Da-da-de-da-da-dee-da

De-de-de-de-da-de-da

Heh, yeah

This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do

And motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit

Heh, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do

Or that nagging bitch that just like to hear herself talk

Just don't blow it, just don't blow it

Blowing all yo' high away

Now, that's some fucked up shit, heh

But it happens, y'know what I'm sayin'? Yo

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: Eminem & Kon Artis]

Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?

How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?

How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?

You got it like I got it, or not?

If you did, you would know just what I'm talking 'bout

When your tongue's rotting out from cotton-mouth

When you end up becoming so dependent on weed

That you end up spending a G in the vending machine

You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie

Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat

Sometimes, you can get so paranoid from ganja

That it's got you thinking the whole world is watching ya

Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll (Maybe you just roll)

But whatever your drug's, yo, go for the gusto

Just don't come fuck with me when I'm doing my drugs

You see me in the club, don't come fucking my high up, and

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

[Chorus: D12 & Kon Artis]

Blow my buzz (Ah)

Do what you want to

Just don't blow my buzz (Do what you want to)

And I'm gon' sit here

And just roll my drugs (Smoke my weed)

And if you talk

I'm gonna fuck you up (I might just whoop yo' ass)

Just don't say shit and we'll be cool

[Verse 2: Bizarre, Eminem & Kon Artis]

{*ding-dong*} Bitch, let me in the house

(The game on?) No, I just came to eat your mother out

It's the big guy, doing a butterfly to the ground (Go 'head!)

"Bizarre, sit yo' nasty ass down!" (Ooh)

I spot this fat bitch from across the room

Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (Yeah, yeah!)

My face is pink, looking for a sink (Ugh)

And don't worry bout what I put in your drink (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah, yeah yeah)

It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes, you'll be fucked up

Open your nasty-ass legs up (Yeah, you whore)

Bitches I'm catching, blunts I'm matching

Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the reverend, Jesse Jackson (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 3: Swifty McVay & Kon Artis]

Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?

It'd be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions (Damn)

But you on some bullshit, nigga, this yo' last beer (For real)

Get the fuck off my dick and tell your bitch to bring her ass here (Bitch)

I kick a ho out without giving her cab fare (Uh-huh)

And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn ear (Ho!)

When I'm out eating, you fags'll interfere (Fuck's wrong with you?)

They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sitting here (Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!)

I get drunk and I smoke weed, what yo' ass wanna hear?

I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year, okay? (Yee)

You want some yay? I'll front yo' ass a play

But other than that, get the hell out my face, because you niggas tryna (Do-do-do-do-do)

[Chorus: D12 & Kon Artis]

Blow my buzz (Ah)

Do what you want to

Just don't blow my buzz (Yeah, I'm gonna sit here)

And I'm gon' sit here

And just roll my drugs (Mm)

And if you talk

I'm gonna fuck you up (Shut your damn mouth)

Just don't say shit and we'll be cool

[Verse 4: Kuniva & Kon Artis]

Heh, yo, Denaun, you seem shook— I really am, dawg- look!

This fat bitch keep chasing me, tryna give me the nook

Aw, man, you probably lead her on— I just bought her a beer!

I saw her rubbing on your head while she was wiping your tears (Mm)

I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me crying

Nigga, you lying, and you blowing my high, just stop denying it

Well, at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did

The ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kids (Mhm)

Look, man, you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone

Call it a night, get stoned and take that fat slut home (Just take her ass home)

Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs (Man, f—)

Go kill yourself— Fuck you!— Well, stop blowing my buzz!

[Verse 5: Proof, Kon Artis, Rondell Beene & Swifty McVay]

I'm at the front of the bar, by the lounge in the back

With a slut on my arm while I'm downing the 'gnac

Got the pills in my system, floating around (Floating around)

Every time I start drifting, someone open they mouth (Open they mouth, uh)

Yo, my ear been spit-licked and freestyled in (Yo, my-)

I think I'm going deaf like most senile men (Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up)

Only one good demo out of three-thousand

Yo, I ain't wanna rap for you anyways, peace out then, punk! (Aight, aight)

Next nigga that bump me, I'ma do the Humpty

And elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me

Yo, man, what's up wit' you, man? Why'd you keep bumpin' me and shit? (What's up, fool? Fuck you, punk!)

Motherfucker, the fuck? (It's on, fool, it's on! What's up then, nigga?)

[Chorus: D12 & Kon Artis]

Blow my buzz (Ah)

Do what you want to

Just don't blow my buzz (Do what you want to)

And I'm gon' sit here

And just roll my drugs (Smoking, rolling)

And if you talk (High on top)

I'm gonna fuck you up (Slap the shit out you)

Just don't say shit and we'll be cool (Just don't say shit)

[Outro: Kon Artis]

We'll be cool (Hehehehehe, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)

We'll be cool (Hehe)

If you don't talk

While I'm just tryna smoke my weed

Smoke my weed

I'm tryna drink with my niggas

Just shut the fuck up

While I'm just tryna get blowed

Spittin' to me some mo'

Hehehehehe