Rx / Pharmaceutical Representative

[Part I: Rx] [Intro] Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- Pop the pill, pop the- [Verse 1: Chetta] Yuh They think I got a problem I can't tell you where I got 'em All I know is how to pop 'em I just leave three I'ma stop 'em Gettin' reckless off narcotics Clonidine I forgot 'em Feelin' every time I swallow I just finished off a bottle Live my life in full throttle Eatin' molly with some models At my house just like a brothel Gotta find me like a fossil I'm feelin' low low, off a wing tip Fly shit Get yo' head of yo' wings clipped [Verse 2: Chetta] Ah A-addy got me focused Lost my mind and now I'm hopeless Took a perc I feel ferocious Sipping codeine Thought you noticed? I just poured up a few doses Henny sit me like i am hostess You ain't popping? Oh you bogus Countin' commas No emotions Genocidal My opponent Dropped the potion in my soda Green light I'm off the yoda Eat my volume with a soma You can take it how you wanna take it This shit I been feeling like I fucking made it [Part II: Pharmaceutical Representative] [Verse 3: Chetta] Woah, Woah, Woah Woah, Woah, Woah Woah, Woah, Woah Feeling outside of my mind With the eyes of the blind You don't see but we clutchin' (ooo) Dirty inside Got $crimmy inside And we choppin' these pills by the two (ooo) Take your insides Leave 'em hanging outside Like a art exhibition we do (ooo) Cookin' inside Sell it all outside This is just what hustlers do (ooo) Breaking down a brick just to bag a bitch up Breaking down your chance You can try your own luck Spend it in advance Can't save a fuckin' buck (ahh) Don't jump back Try n' triple up Try n' triple up Three six flow Walkin' out the trap feelin' ten foot tall Take you off the map like an old ass road Pull a kick doe Who tryna get exposed? Prayers for the weak Sinnin' all week Really I could give a fuck what you think Fuck what you teach Fuck what you speak I'm with a dime piece getting sucked like a leach Kick it to the curb That's blood on the street Givin' up my word Let me practice what I preach Feeling berserk when I'm off of the Z's Off of the green (SHEESH) [Verse 4: Yung $carecrow] Put wire on my bat-a Rata-ta-ta The chetta will make your heart line flat-a Flip them bodies like acrobat-a Cock that gat-a Brains will splatta Organs scatta Then leave all the rest for the fucking birds to scrap on (and on, and on) You know the $carecrow paints a vivid picture I blow my smoke up off the bible's scriptures Speaking in code whenever my phone line tick-a's Riding the silk road in to blood red rivers