WHATEVER

Chronically a chronic toker
Down for whatever
Word to my mother
I'll kill motherfuckers
Never a pushover
But I push triggers
If you burn me
Send your soul to wherever
Drop you to the ground
With a couple rounds
Then one to the head
So you're headed underground
Euthanize you
Just like the dog pound
5150
I Don't fuck around

I can be the nicest motherfucka you have ever met
Or the last person you see
Before ems
They say an eye for eye
A tooth for a tooth
But if you hurt those I love
They won't ever find you
I'd Rather be tried by 12
Then carried by six
Just here to enjoy my cannabis and
The shit show that life is
So I sit back and flick my bic