[Verse]

I got a few threepenny pieces and a cigarette

Let me smoke on that loud pack

Loud Racks, south and east

Skut

You hearin' me with my gang

We skatin' big, roundy roundies

Lyrically, amazing

Beanie man, leakie sort of stuff

Bing, ding bell

Pow, pow

Wind that up now

Feature, feature, x, x

No three sixes cause thats evil now

No propaganda hidden here

Okay we're at the liquor store, no idea how

No crossways nor doorways to hell

I hope i go to heaven when im dead

Im not dyin' right now, i hope

Shake that 8ball to get luck

Stuck now on a code, trippin on my cigar

Beers and deers, i don't get it

They gettin' drunk or what

Whoe, now its dope

Hold on

I don't have a strange vision

Nor strange hearing

Im mr. creative

I ain't mr. truth or dare

Unos the one

To pick if you die

Simon says, simon plays

Until you get shot to death

Owls are starin' at you now

Silent judgements is the skut

Gettin' an addiction