207 Thugs - Chronic Craig lyrics

Growing these trees to make that cheese Selling those keys to make this cheese Scopin' out b**hes' tits to squeeze Get down on your knees b**h, and s** on deez Nuts on your chin while I'm sportin' a grin Smoke another blunt and then I'm sip, sip, sippin' On that sizzurp, smokin' purp, inhale the smoke until I burp I herp and I derp all over the track I don't like Jesus cause that sh** is wack I'm addicted to crack and to smack cause i got the fat stacks And i got a brick of hash in my backpack I got the chronic and I'll bring the keg Don't f** around, you'll get cracked like an egg b**h a** n***as, that's that sh** I don't like Your girl got more rides than a f**in' mountain bike Chronic Craig mothaf**a, I'm the leader of the 4th Reich Chronic Craig n***a aka Craig Christ Brother of Jesus except I'm twice as nice I'm selling blue dream n***a 50 a slice I'll smoke spice, stick your f**in' head in a vice And my advice to you is to not f** with the Two Man Crew Cause they will k** you and they don't like Jews Dissect your brain, cook it up like beef stew Cannibalistic and animalistic Your life is worthless, you're just a statistic I'm the sadistic mystic, artistic and autistic, narcissistic, pessimistic, my knowledge is holistic I sell chronic that's a f**in' guarantee Smoke too many blunts, my eyes are red, I can not see You say "d** are bad" and I disagree I'm smoking DMT, smoking PCP, dropping LSD in my E-Y-E 123 it's a murdering spree, 456 selling bricks and turning tricks 789 brainwashed by the dollar sign, the whole world is f**ed, it's just a sign of the times