Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves
Fuck your beliefs, smoke a joint shit i need a relief
We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it
Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that
That is my profession but must do it with discretion to avoid
Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,
So you can keep that joint i don't fuck around with papers
Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years
I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat
Im smokin this whole joint in the backseat,
Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick
Times out, this joint is ticking, tick tick
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
But i made it out alive holdin a joint in my mouth
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