Twiztid - Second Hand Smoke Lyrics
Free your mindI represent the east side, no peace***** the policeWe tell you to increase the deceased at leastA grown man tellin you something that he believePractice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeveWhat the ***** *****, chuck *****Why you talkin shit?Better duck *****.Before your dome get hit.This shit is twiztid deeper than that old french braid.Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick itEverybody else real talkin bout something.What you thought you heard *****,Can it, cause your frontin.Dead wrong.Dinner table conversations.Leavin you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions.Part of the contamination of mind state.Sleep in a dream, hopin its gone when I awake.Mama think Im a play on play serial killaFruitloop biting my mind like godzillaWe survive like catipillas in cocoons and casketsStretch the industry like elasticSo fantastic, like the newport cigarette that I smoke.Hit the mother*****a till I chokeI brag and I boast about nothinDeath, dying, and hoes *****inSo understand that hes saying something.Never be heard Im underground with the dirt and grimeSmashin heads be my reason for rhymeIm on time like a mother*****aLeavin you hangin in the forestStandin in some comfortable shifts like chuck norrisCheck the chorusSecond hand smoke when you breath.Remember what I told you always believe.You relieve on the monoxide child and wild.Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud.Free your mindBreath it in second hand smokeFree your mindBreath it in second hand smokeYou phony *****es wanna shut me downPullin plugs on the microphones.Hatin on the individual handle mr.bonesHope your speakers aint ohms or they dead blownIf they arent turn this mother*****a up and mash onAs we blast off ***** ass niggas at fast ratesGrowin at a fast pace made my heart race.Lookin death in the face and I dont even shudder.If my woman starts cheatin mother***** her, *****Im out my cellSeen weed, fame and wealthSo take your hopes and dreams,And put that shit back on the shelfCause we rollin in a ride far from stolenCigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors andTakin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin chineseHopin that the cops aint tailin me.Tryin to violate the glass houseNigga pass the blunt before you pass outCause now its on, pushin hubcapsPatrollin the hood, so ***** that.Heard the shit and the shit is all wackPlannin the attack, cause we move when its dark at nightBelieve the rumors, cause they probably all right.Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug tradesBarricading your door for the raidAnd in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pumpLookin for motha*****as who wanna jump.Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket Im a mad manMy trigger finger turnin suckers to sandFree your mindBreath it in second hand smokeFree your mindBreath it in second hand smokeDistraught from head traumaYou cant even see the dramaI get the persona from marijuanaAt night I lay stressed with no place to goAll by my lonely screamin out ***** that showCigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smellPlayer hate me cause I smoke, burn in hellCause it aint for everybodyI live to sever bodies so melancholySuicide is just a folly and Im outFree your mindBreath it in second hand smoke (what, what)Free your mindBreath it in second hand smokeFree your mindBreath it in second hand smoke (what)Free your mindBreath it in second hand smokeFree your mindBreath it in second hand smokeSecond hand smoke, second hand smoke, whatFree your mindBreath it in second hand smoke (yeah)Free your mindBreath it in second hand smoke (right)Free your mindBreath it in
