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Lyric: 2nd Hand Smoke

  • artist: Twiztid
  • album: Mostasteless
  • seen: 1153

Free your mind
  I represent the East side, no peace
  Fuck the police
  We tell you to increase the deceased at least
  A grown man tellin you something that he believe
  Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve
  What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch
  Why you talkin shit?
  Better duck bitch.
  Before your dome get hit.
  This shit is Twiztid deeper than that Old French braid.
  Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it
  Everybody else real talkin bout something.
  What you thought you heard bitch,
  Can it, cause your frontin.
  Dead wrong.
  Dinner table conversations.
  Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions.
  Part of the contamination of Mind State.
  Sleep in a dream, hopin it's gone when I awake.
  Mama think I'm a play on play serial killa
  Fruitloop biting my mind like Godzilla
  We survive like catipillas in cocoons and caskets
  Stretch the industry like elastic
  So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke.
  Hit the motherfucka till I choke
  I brag and I boast about nothin
  Death, dying, and hoes fuckin
  So understand that he's saying something.
  Never be heard I'm underground with the dirt and grime
  Smashin heads be my reason for rhyme
  I'm on time like a motherfucka
  Leavin you hangin in the forest
  Standin in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris
  Check the chorus
  Second hand smoke when you breath.
  Remember what I told you always believe.
  You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild.
  Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud.
    Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
    You phony bitches wanna shut me down
  Pullin plugs on the microphones.
  Hatin on the individual handle Mr.Bones
  Hope your speaker's ain't ohms or they dead blown
  If they aren't turn this motherfucka up and mash on
  As we blast off bitch ass niggas at fast rates
  Growin at a fast pace made my heart race.
  Lookin death in the face and I don't even shudder.
  If my woman starts cheatin motherfuck her, bitch
  I'm out my cell
  Seen weed, fame and wealth
  So take your hopes and dreams,
  And put that shit back on the shelf
  Cause we rollin in a ride far from stolen
  Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors and
  Takin curbs with ease, blowin trees, lookin Chinese
  Hopin that the cops ain't tailin me.
  Tryin to violate the glass house
  Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out
  Cause now it's on, pushin hubcaps
  Patrollin the hood, so fuck that.
  Heard the shit and the shit is all wack
  Plannin the attack, cause we move when it's dark at night
  Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right.
  Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades
  Barricading your door for the raid
  And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump
  Lookin for mothafuckas who wanna jump.
  Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I'm a mad man
  My trigger finger turnin suckers to sand
    Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
    Distraught from head trauma
  You can't even see the drama
  I get the persona from marijuana
  At night I lay stressed with no place to go
  All by my lonely screamin out fuck that show
  Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell
  Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell
  Cause it ain't for everybody
  I live to sever bodies so melancholy
  Suicide is just a folly and I'm out
    Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke (what, what)
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke (what)
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke
  Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke (yeah)
  Free your mind
  Breath it in second hand smoke (right)
  Free your mind
  Breath it in
  

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