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Blunt Plastic

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long

, motherfucker The Roller Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Let's trip the night fantastic I'm flexible, they used to call me plastic These

as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka I'm gonna stand up and protest protest, my nerves is bad And say I gave a wedding ring to a plastic bag

CLASSIC! Backspin is CLASSIC Cut to the Monitor, Monitor to the Cut, what? Milo in the Dance Bust this as I construct this like a blunt Ropie dope,

kids, respect all my gangsta's doin' bad shit An' that's it, Mad Child does nitroglycerin and acid Warlock, focused on witch craft You're listening to classic plastic

little ass kicked And niggas laugh, til' tha first mothafucka got blasted I put the nigga in his casket Now they coverin' the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts

gonna do?) Run that shit!" [Jamie Maddrox] Im runnin wit the pyschopathic. Make a move and shit gets drastic. Leavein motha fuckas in caskets. Or Wrapped In reynolds Plastic

'? With Sam, drinkin' guinness stout Bourbon booze, green alligator shoes Union commissioned sex, government intelligence What you see girl, that Benz is irrelevant Materialistic, ugly man is plastic

even cook a meal right Like a good woman down South Runnin' your mouth with a million dollar pussy stinkin' There's Massengil on the table while you rollin' a blunt