Poppin xans feat (wasp)

Popping xans making bands popping xans I’m that drug man

Drugs in my van make you ran from the gun now I need paper

Cut your thoart with my razor you in danger call for the cops and

I use the Mac attack clap wack you on crack I’ll sell you crack

Weed xans percs codeine ahhhhh do the crimes and make

Rhymes in my prime but the cops want me to drugs in my

book bag xan for the panic I attack rip from the mac could

you lay it on the floor dead crying to your mama in the

Bahamas selling crack like a Obama kill me because

you talk like Osama yeah you call me that but I look

like Obama while I’m selling crack in the Bahamas

you busy in your broke life hope you choke on your crack

Smoke I always gun toad sippin loads hudread round

Blow a fuxker down don’t care call me a clown murder

Go round blow you on the ground we selling and amoking

Pounds

(wasp part now )

pop a blue devil, jaw lock, crunch, zombie apocalypse

palm fulla chalk ghosts, im scribblin' obits on xanax scripts

"relax," they said… now my pupils eclipse the suns eclipse

benzos stitch my lips, but the truth still leaks like a punctured cyst

this aint calm its chloroform, smooth criminal swagger

chewin' aluminum foil smiles, sparks, but the fuse dont matter

pillowcase faces, im casper with a cleaver laughters splatter

xanny make me frank-n-furter, raw meat, no platter

swallow a tide, drown the hounds barkin' in my attic

casket-tan, my skins the hue of a lung post-static

"recovery"? nah im diggin' six feet just to find more static

hearts a flipped hearse, reverse into traffic, cinematic