Reklews - Drug Co. lyrics

A whole canister of laughing gas to soothe me I sip a co*ktail of toxic waste spillage and chill in an acid bath jacuzzi Popping pain k**ers by the dozen, hacking your limbs off A violent husband married to hip hop I Used To Love H.E.R but now I'd be a fool to trust her Your wife get's screwed as your producers looping Usher For you to cypher too whilst your crew spoon each other Bunch of b**hes, C-Walking in fluffy puppy slippers That sick depressed crack pot Retarded see a garbage heap as a picture-esque back drop Synthemesc for mind sharpening effects f** what the figure in the mirror says, I'm sane! The roof is on fire and I only have myself to blame All credits claimed by the good Doctor... Scott... Scalpel Show shape ups for all, f**ing raw Son if your not in the game for respect Don't say nothing within earshot Teeing off from the face of a record label exec I'm something else entirely The human throw-back in evolution Brushed myself off when I got kicked to the curb Sick and disturbed on an Emerge binge with your bird All inclusive.... Hock Tu Down, the #1 [Hook] Drug Co. Chilling in clouds of skunk smoke Red eyed, we get high to get by x2 Mr. Wrong, I smoke a spliff with an eighth in it Hit the bong then hit you across the face with it My smoke session has no ending BUT The plot-line is something like get high as f** It's not mine if you ain't purple eyed and faint Debating with yourself, don't sleep Stay awake and bake away your health Never did know about much My only outlook was discovered hitting the ground drunk Don't spite the serial k**ing pro-lifer Off his head, the centre of attention on the edge What a guy, on the sly k** you for fun Don't hold heat, hold a cold Innus & Gunn His ho's won't speak, unconventional with no gold teeth In his crooked grid, the man and just a kid! Stats; six foot, skinny f**, male, pale face Frail, grimacing from the stale ale taste I move through the club and guzzle Export With an awkward acid induced Hunter S walk Warped like William Cooper Still I'm slick like Rick The Ruler With your chick in the Heimlich Maneuver A giver but considered inconsiderate With bazooka sized spliff's of buddah in his grip Drunk off something, doesn't remember if he gives a sh** Wouldn't trust him, hmmm Half a Limp Bizkit and a few marbles short of a retarded kid's picnic [Hook] Drug. Co chilling in clouds of skunk smoke Red eyed we get high to get by x 3 Drug. Co chilling in clouds of skunk Red eyed we get high and cut throats