[Verse 1 - Skits Vicious]
Yo! (Blow me)
I do this for the love of the drugs and the money
Jump around buzz with the blonde and an honey
Rain on the brain but the mind stay the sunny
Walk among fan yelling "What you want from me?!"
He said, she say she wanna a three way
I fucked her in the mouth yelling "God is a DJ"
Shit is so hot, even halfway the replay
I handle the screenplay
And I get a lotta green days
Meaning the weed stay flowing from the big papes we make
I throw a beer at cheapskate
With this chick on my dick yelling "He's great"
But I'll never have a clean slate
Rebel 'till I die, punk
Lemme blow yo mind 'till you can't see, sprayed
My raps is like a slap in the face
When I step in the place, don't try to conversate
(All I say is...)
[Hook 2x]
I don't wanna [??]
I don't wanna [??]
I just wanna blow yo mind
I just wanna party
I don't wanna [??] still
Let the track blow my mind
[Verse 2 - Dopey Rotten]
[??] everything I do is related to hip-hop
Smoke a fat spliff while I'm gettin' my dick sucked
Guess what? Ain't a crew this hot
Cause the planet is rotating around us
Number 1 undergrounders, new style founders
Ghost Town finest shouts to the minors
From hittin' Miami, school minus
Competition like the past, behind us
Don't care about designers, grow with [??]
Do the [??], shivers up your spine-ish
What I do [??] my graveyard shift
Blow a mind and is time to split
[Verse 3 - Jay Reaper]
Yeah!
Ayo, Dopey, what up with this shit?
Let a nigga get wicked, take a dump in this bitch
[??] what you want [??], let it [??]
Dope D.O.D. drum, with the skunk on my lips