KEDELA on the beat

That buzz bud's good stuff, I don't think I can get enough

I'm so high, I can't feel my feet, I'm paranoid

Everybody's lookin' at me, talk to myself

Insane, that's how I felt, layin' on the couch, put a blunt in my mouth

Went to the club and found a ho that's really stout

Go get a room, smokin' a pound

I'm about to graduate, when I bust my nuts

When I get some cap and gown, went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror And now I'm scared, 'cause my eyes are bloodshot red

I'm disturbed, full of herb, fuck with me I'll peel your cap

And leave your ass on the curb

I'm Mack Daddy Ju, feeling loose

When I'm full of indo, head be spinnin' like Beetle juice

I'm a project born, psychopathic lunatic from Tennessee

That buzz bud's good stuff, I don't think I can get enough

I'm so high, I can't feel my feet, I'm paranoid

That buzz bud's good stuff, I don't think I can get enough

I'm so high, I can't feel my feet, I'm paranoid

That buzz bud's good stuff, I don't think I can get enough

I'm so high, I can't feel my feet, I'm paranoid

That buzz bud's good stuff, I don't think I can get enough

I'm so high, I can't feel my feet, I'm paranoid

Me, Zirk, Kilo G, Criminal Manne and DJ Squeeky

We smokin' blunts, havin' fun at the club, high from bud

So fucked up, clownin', drownin' in some yac

Smokin' sacks, it's 1995, a **** like me still get high

Of that chronic junt I'm acting crazy, dazing, people hate me

When I'm full of fuckin' skunk, I'm smokin' blunts until I'm scared

In the bed, almost dead, at the fuckin' med

If I die and go to hell, I won't cry and try to run

I'll pull out a nice fat sack, roll up a blunt and give the devil a motherfuckin' shotgun

We'll be laughin', chokin', jokin', doin' lots of evil shit

And get a fine-ass demon bitch to suck our fuckin' dick

But I'm still alive, every day I be high and kickin'