the introduction isnt really that important
begin it a with phrase that you would say at a door step
something like hello miss i demand you let me in
force her to listen up if she wont listen just begin
fuck beginnings lets just jump to the middle
trophy winning and dumb luck but only when you were little
sweaty palms gripping on a fistfull of skittles
tasting nothing but the rainbow full of shits and giggles
like you ran the gammet of colors on your block
green with envy of other kids toy box
red with rage when they wouldnt shut the noise off
smashed em in the face they were white with shock
never really blue unless you were holding your breath
until the anxiousness as pitch black as death
then you'd find yourself with an empty box of crayons
missed the chance to get your play on and its just another day gone






grow a little older sick of other motherfuckers
sometimes colder than an iceroad trucker
tires spinning quickly balder than hitchcock
this vertigo is for the birds these little hos can kick rocks
and when they do i hope they stub their little toesies
why was i so angry? quit being so nosy.
maybe its the ritalin they gave me in fourth grade
staying up on stimulants and watching horror for days
up all night channeling 1 8 USA, elvyras tittes dangling beggin me to stay
zombies vampires and sex filled thrillers
couple comedies the rest was all filler
commies fighting teenagers and teenage killers
wait for mom to go to sleep hit the fridge for millers
stealin cigarettes from the pack in the freezer,
smokin in the stairwell laugh at the sleepers







fast forward this tape to like 13,
gettin bored of the same shit i immersed me
in weed weed weed weed weed weed, smoking weed, burning weed, learning weed.
concerned with weed searching for weed, kush hindu i just turned into weed.
vulgar spreads of pot on my walls instead of girls
no vulvas heads or cooters on my balls just swirls
of smoke lifting up to a cacophony of coughs
choking and feeling like a rocket lifting off
speed was my gateway drug to marijuana
id probably still be angry if it werent for the ganja
they wanted to get in my mind and pull apart my past
told them take their questions and stuff em up their ass
keeping hope undying high on dope is fighting lions
vultures kill this cultures island need my milk for ultra violence