Einstein

Intro:

Man, I'm fuckin' trippin' man.

Ion even know if I'm awake

fuck

here it go

Jet landed, blunt handed, ready for take off,

couch stuck, eyes shut, take a deep breath, cough.

Jaw wide open, gnawin' at this food, pizza frozen,

couple bites and then I'm dozin',

I feel the notion to pop a couple of fuckin' ibuprofen

or crush it up, in the blunt and I'm tokin',

As my brain is slowy erodin',

Goin' through the motion, this weed smoke is,

giving my lungs a demotion,

This shit is demonic.

 

Mind goin' as fast as a locomotive, shouldn'ta taken this potion,

stumbled through the house, the glass is broken,

I aint high enough yet, take it straight to the dome and,

suddenly my callosom feel open.

Can't handle this commotion,

feel like the fuckin' chosen,

one, that's why I've such a devotion.

also why I need an entire kiloton of

weed or like a ton of ibuprofen.

Hit em' with the verbal explosions,

of oxytocin cause you know the shit make,

you feel like your dick got rubbed with lotion.

To step to me is an omen,

I know plenty that'll take offense.

To say I'm dope is synonymous,

of a theorem.

I kill you on your own track,

then pay recompense.

My pen offends, and condemns,

whack bastards, let it commence.

1 bar spent at the expense,

of letting you know that due to me whack rappers won't condense.

yeah.