Smoked Out (feat. Twista)

I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 Get the dope, chop it up
 Get the plate, I can't wait
 Fifth of Henn', in my hand
 Ask for some, you too late
 Now I'm high, really high
 Man, I'm about to shout
 I see you over there talking
 But what the fuck you talking about?
 Oh I'm blazed, in a daze
 Purple haze and ash trays
 Mac Mike you got the light
 We green this ain't no fucking day
 Black Havener
 Craving the vapors of chronic
 DJ P with no weed and no white
 This shit is so fucking ironic
 I got them blood shot red eyes
 Look into my eyes
 Did you see a big surprise
 Can you tell a nigga high
 I can fly, I can float
 Meet your boy up on the boat
 Watch me dive into the water
 Like Titanic when it broke
 Yo, keep the weed coming
 Keep them drinks coming
 Niggas walking around
 In a daze like they need something
 Green bumming
 Lighters flicking
 On the road their ain't no finish
 Send them back
 Stop in the kitchen
 Nigga this is just the beginning
 Yeah!
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 Hearses circling my house with wack-ass rappers in the rear
 Hella lame in my ear, I come to ruin your career
 Vocal cords sore, cyborg, morgue souvenir
 Skins are pale, the bodies smelly - death is in the atmosphere
 Peace is extinct, bloody street, make them stink
 Planes crash, ships sink, every pulse gets weak
 Every enemies bleed, feel the nuclear nigga heat
 May I propose a toast? It's coming close to World War III
 Fright night under moonlight, Memphis butcher
 Mutilate and torture, pressure cooker, Satan took ya
 I'll beat ya till there's nothing left but slop, feed you to the swamp
 Running through the forest like Gump, bloody tree trunk
 Bitch, you want a piece of these? Might as well take the heart!
 There was no love from the start; sprinkled body parts
 Woe, onto you my foe 'cause you just don't know
 Smoked out, snorted, drunk, blowed!
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 I'm smoked out, snorted out
 Drunk and then I'm blowed
 Got me gone off herb and the Erk when I swerve to the curb for the derb in a 'burban
 Fresh off earling, hangin' out where they serve, they still got some Phillies and we pearling
 Chill out while they working from the bank dawg
 Money on a fifth of Henn', tell the motherfucker "Drink up!"
 While the skunk weed start to stank up
 Bitches go and get some gin, we gon' get the party cranked up
 Put your bank up, we gon' need more
 Reefer chain cause our cryptic addicted to weed smoke
 Hit the Swishers and proceed slow
 Take a pull, choke, shit, this weed dope
 And I'm off my square now, went and bailed out
 But a nigga trying to go stopping ya
 Dropping ya if you trying to get us while we usin'
 I'm rolling with the Three Six Mafia, popping ya, popular
 Bucking niggas with the rhyme
 Close encounters of the herb kind
 Leave you sitting on the curb crying
 South side getting bucked up in a party with a burb mind
 We gonna tear this bitch up
 Cause we fucked up, gone off that sticky
 When the Zoloft then hit me
 Having paranoid illusions of nigga trying to get me
 Infatuated with drugs
 Smoked out, snorted out, drunk and then blowed
 Getting crunk in that mode
 Twista gotta stay high, smoke a skunk 'til I'm old
 Now chucking like I'm sea sick
 On the front porch with the mob and we be thick
 Roll when you see Twista and Three 6
 Who can bog the motherfucking mind
 Like an eclipse on the weed tip