Turn It Out

I got plenty packs Of the boof you can not pass And the sight that you've seen Got me lookin' like a fiend I envisioned all of this Come out here and reminisce With the last blunt Take it off, feel it hit, like 'em all I can't It's for show I keep it on the low When you see the demon Don't forget to let him know That I'm coming quick Gas hit 'Bout to take off in this bitch Get so hot I'm fuckin' wit' Down in dirt you cause a fit Just a little piece of shit Fuckin' with the wrong clique Packed with my shit Bustin' with my fuckin' mitts Baseball bats just sittin' in my fuckin' room Sittin' all confused When that gonna start to bruise