[Intro]

I'm from a place called, you know my name

(DJ Skee)

[Verse]

I'm from Venice Beach, home of Jim Morrison

Teena Marie and Evidence, the people endure us in

More or less wet lands than the dead land

I'm on a Hendrix trip, drip tabs in my headband

Tryin' to take the night much higher

'Cause spliffs gets lit after I light my guitar on fire

Cord tangled, spit it through the wires

Rip shit apart with my hand, ain't no need supplies

Hush now, better yet, shut the fuck up

Rush front rows before the fire chief shut us

The fuck down, uh oh, the better duck

If they hose the crowd, there'll be no such luck

No exits, so weak and you need the best shit

For first not last, my verse is hectic

Worth the demand, supply is endless

High 'til I die, the rules of friendship

Try to speak some senses

Try to buy time but watch it spend us

I said this is senseless

And sense I said that, I might as well spend the rent up