[Verse 1: Der Witz]
Yo, I'm chilling were the Cash be, a villain spittin nasty
Everyone harass me, I'm feeling really gassy
I'm trynna chill like Gatsby
A young nigga smoking weed, so my voice is getting raspy
And if you wanna know something, mothafuker, just ask me
I'm sitting back, smoking trees as the time elapse
Spitting raps 'til my vocal cords colapse
I'm tripping off the DMT, blasting off frequently
My drugs speak for me, I'm popping pills
In cotton fields with emit till
Watching Lucy in the sky with diamonds for the thrill
[Hook]
The room is distorted, snow on my lip
Nigga get to snorting, fuck this rapping shit
It's getting kinda boring, I'm sleeping on the beat
I'm snoring
[Verse 2: Der Witz]
Der Witz dialog, when I die replay this monolog
Watching porn analog, busting nuts in catalogs
From the Heaven to the Hell I'm a demigod
Simmy lodged in space travel logs
Pass me the pipe fog, so I can phife dogg
I need to retreat, I'm skipping some beats cause of the heat that I'm spitting every week... never written (uh)
Lets check for WikiLeaks, for them riddles, nickels, vodka Skittles and some shitty Beats
My tongue sizzles off them Greek symbols, third eye pixels, DMT, tickles my flow
I'm in love with the coco