Dopehead
    (专辑: The King Of Everything Else - 2014)
    
    Sniveling whimpering crying ass junkie  White on white sneakers, yellow teeth honky  Early in the 
morning for your dose  Off for the 
day with your North Shore ho  That bitch is gross  She's your road dog, dog you's a 
boosting  Herb with the 
cokeheads bumping Whitney Houston  Stole an iPod always look in truth and  Dude get a 
month clean then he starts juicing  Nothing these days worse than a 
dopehead  Up with the 
birds chirp calling up Lopez  Riding 'round the 
projects on a 
little moped  Kid not knowing if imprints on his forehead  It used to make me sad but now it makes me sick  Cause everywhere I 
go I 
got these cowards on my dick  Posing for a 
flick trying to work before a 
stick  You might think I'm wrong for this but I'm certainly correct   You's a 
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dopehead   Stevie got a 
TV that he's selling and a 
DVD  Player plus he's yelling 'bout a 
VD  That he thinks he caught from Ellen who's a 
seedy whore  He met at the 
CD store  They keep on beefing what they should sell the 
TV for  He's getting queasy cause the 
ouija board  Says she's gonna dump him  But it still won't say who she leaves him for  He asked the 
fucking thing a 
week or more ago  And it still won't tell him  God damn it Puerto Rican George  Oir, hola, we want that harina  Don't look at my girl, act like you never seen her  Give up the 
raw chunky  Called him a 
porch monkey  Vince he's leaving bean town straight for Orange County  Robbing the 
dopeman is brilliant when you're dope sick  It happens to them twice a 
week  They just fucking cope with it  Two days pass and they call him again  Call him a 
friend with some brand new dollars to spend   You's a 
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dopehead   I 
got these dopeheads calling me trading a 
stolen pistol  But I 
don't got no more dope, I 
just got a 
fistful  Of Methamphetamine Crystal Meth  That I 
nicknamed Rick James and this bitch refs  Like two sewer rats swimming laps in a 
cess pool  Smells like death, rotten flesh mixed with vegetables  I 
mean they both gross wrinkled like old folks  I 
don't want a 
pitbull, I 
don't need a 
gold rope  Wish I 
never sold dope, wish I 
just sold coke  Bleeding cause your veins ain't healing that's no joke  Calling me at four in the 
morning from a 
payphone  Why don't you two broke motherfuckers just stay home  I 
told you I 
don't sell 'em stop asking to buy nickels  Holding two house speakers tweaking on a 
bicycle  And that's they vacation, what I'ma do  With these two scratched games for Playstation 2 
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