Damn you rabbit, you smell like fucking piss! Yeah, no fucks when I go nuts You can kiss my ass Give no fucks when I go nuts Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, yeah Fucking rabbit! I give no fucks when I go nuts Cause I smoke dust, overdosed on the sofa, dead Woke up from a coma Poured up with a soda, smoked, went back to bed Never thought I'd be such a loner I tell my bitch that I fucking own her My neighbor's daughter just got a dog I'mma run it over, I'm a fucking soldier So cold bro, fuck pneumonia All my bitches got love for Sosa I just wanna fuck Rosa Acosta Then disappear in Southern California Strung out to the night, I'm chilling Everybody worried that the lights might kill them Uh, via sight slipping Long lines of those white women I'm with the homies, bump Counting Crows Just went through a half ounce of coke Blood pouring all out my nose Don't tell my mom I got a drug problem I'm fucking high-ly publicized When the sun go down, I come alive Cause the guns go off in the summer time The guns go off in the summer time, blaow This another motherfucking rap song Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Whoa The rabbit can kiss my ass Come on, let's go man I hate you Fucking rabbit! Kill his ass! I don't like rabbits coming to my fucking house, I kill 'em I blow a spliff before the ink dries on the paper And lately, I don't like shit, I been inside on the daily Getting wasted as the time that I'm spending high and sedated I'm putting five in his face, because we don't buy into bullshit As soon as it's flashing lights then it's kush to hide in the bushes I do this shit out of spite cause there's niggas that overlooked me Forever, I'm more content with dark and stormier weather Flip the fucking cross on your rosary, we supposed to be better But here's a toast to your efforts And don't approach me with nothing that isn't money or breakfast I'm close to choking a pussy, pussy Sweaty Man, you best had bet your bottom dollar on him With a couple niggas, weighing sess like it's a lot of options 15 on me for soda and swishers And who's the shit, a bag of chips and a colon decleanser? I'm over bitches trying to act like I owe 'em a picture Rather introduce these hoes to Vince who could show you a pistol Listen, ST was the older initials Been rap game tighter than boa constrictors Rolling stone like a boulder raving I'm so impatient and going dumb as Disclosing my fucking home location to total strangers No love in my heart for coppers, blood from my lungs on the sink Cashing out off the garments, the artist, fuck what you think The sky'll turn black and the carrions could pick At my flesh when I rest, tell 'em bury me a-drift This another motherfucking rap song Broke and crazy, rich and famous doesn't last long Spent all my cash on a broken dream Went from weed and liquor to the coke and lean All-all-all I got's this mansion and this potpourri But don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Don't-don't-don't I look so handsome in these Polo jeans? Whoa It's the official drug user, Soulo It's Ab-Soul, jack... listen, yo!