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Coleman camp fuel, cold pack, lye, lithium and pseudoephed.

That’s my recipie to keep me from goin to bed,

I smoke It to the head,

tha dope Is got me straight geeked, I don’t think I slept.

In 3 straight week’s,

peepin through tha blind’s lookin for the Bush

Monkey’s, all my home boy’s Is dope boy’s N’ needle junkie’s.

Trailer park chemist, dope boy SWAG,

gotta halfa pound a dope In a freezer bag.

Whatcha want, whatcha need boy I'ma hook ya’ up getta gram a Shake N’

Bake for a 100 Bucks, them Fed’s hate me but tha dope hoe’s love me,

well they will hear every fuckin body singin

I don’t sleep,

I don’t eat,

all I do Is Tweak N’ Geek and shake that bottle, I shake that bottle.

Ooh what I’m tryna tell ya’ homie It ain’t no joke,

mane I got some fire dope cookin In

Reblog if your blowing clouds and tweaking tonight.

Let’s celebrate being degenerates together!