[Verse One: Danimal Lector]

I'mma smoke weed 'til I'm in a coma, cause see, I'm never sober

And we ain't even close to the same, you're a fucking loner

But hey, I'm just a stoner

Rum and soda

Mix it up, I got some coke, not the Cola

The show ain't never over

I'm a soldier, not really, but I got a rifle to prove it

License to kill, and I'm liable to use it

What are you, high or stupid?

Who thinks their better than me? Speak up now

Bet the room gets real quiet, not a sound

Take a seat, cause I'm just learning to heat up now

I ain't from Jersey, but I'll beat the fucking beat up, ow

My teams like, blaow, we're the NBA's heat right now

Webby's Lebron, Gallos Bosh, I'm Wade, I mean like, wow

I feel like a king, no need to bow

Chilling inside this reefer cloud

You're bitch made, get filleted with a switch blade, I'll bleed you out

Give this pussy a real reason to shout

Because I'm crazy like Jay-Z, beyond a reasonable doubt

So let's keep on keepin' on, smoking like Cheech and Chong

Speaking wrong, slurring words, talking like my teeth are gone

Rolling an L, keeping a bong

Me? I'm just breezing along

Daniel Alan pro-quo, diesel dick, you needle dong

I'm a beast, and the lab is my habitat

Got that government green, without the cataracts

Beating me at anything? Huh, that's a task

And if I die today at least I know I had a blast

My life's like a movie, see it's action-packed

Yours is computer generated with a crappy cast

I'm the shit, you're just passing gas

Lyrically, I'mma tap dat ass

You ain't nothing and never will be, it's actually sad

I'm a warrior, a living euphoria

Here's a the story of an 80's baby born around hurricane Gloria

I'mma psycho, cyclone, Waka Flaka side show

Dr. Feel Good, but I'm no doctor, what do I know?

A rhino, my dick is like your thigh bone

Hitting the piff in my zone

Mind blown, holy fuck man I'm stoned

I need a little help, let me see your iPhone

I'm on my way to outer space, just trying to find home

Like E.T, minus the Speak 'N Spell

Reeking like I puffed a pound this week

And well I did, and see I'm feeling swell

I'm all that like Keenan and Kel

It's easy to tell I'm a maniac, see ya in hell

Who's coming with me? It's about to get a little bit ugly

I'm a criminal, dummy, listen throw me in prison

I'm nutty, literally buddy

My pimpin's lovely, sticky as honey

Got me on the moon chilling with Cudi

My brain is silly putty

Fuck bitches, get money

Been there, done that

I'm young and dumb, gun strapped, tucked inside, this gun's capped

I'm leaning like a hunchback, but fuck that

I'll cut off your nutsack with a spinning hubcap

And glue them in your buttcrack