Openin up the doors now its time to go hard,
rockin the back of your mother's four wheels, it's a prius car,
bend it in half like a pretzel when she raise my bar,

kickin it and flickin it won't work, she's a push to start.
Cause I'm green smart, rollin in that hybrid %#@!,
indica-sativa blend, roll it, then I light a spliff,

while I'm writin %#@!, lookin at my Nike kicks,
run a foot race, on your face, (*##$ know you place!
I'm a Marathon man, with a Dew in my hand,

at the base of the mountain but you know I gotta
plan another chapter for rappers who pretend
they poppin pills, yeah, $#&@ that I'm poppin MnM's.

I'm on that candy high, you on that sugar low,
you got the devil diabetes, go to hell bro,
just like South Park, this pitch fork is gonna go,

straight up your $$#, from the past, yeah, ANAL PROBE.
My rhymes so tight like a rope round your throat,
that the circulations voided to the boys that try to cope with it,

move and try to loosen as the noose has got you goose-in,
long necks from the bottom to the top then you choke.
Now let's be honest, this game ain't for everyone,

gotta bust em out, let the kids have a little fun,
if happy meals, pink slim, eatin food, is a crime,
imma go to jail for munchin rappers, HARD TIME!