Budd Dwyer - 100 Blunt$ (DJ Phantazm Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: $crim] Yo, light that cigarette, that cigarette, I'm tripping Ash it then I flick it Liquid got me feeling, got me feeling wicked Sickening how I'm thinking Every weekend during evenings I'm creeping, all black secrets Got a demon who be speaking, who be speaking I swear to God, they so misleading I'm just a skeleton in clothing Junkie that be, junkie that be, junkie that be flowing I be that, be that, in your closet That drug money in your wallet All black for a home invasion Smoking that, Smoking that dope till I'm Asian Up in that alley way I'm bent Switch blade on my hip Sipping dip that's mixed 6x With Crys Got me tripping, talking sh**... [Bridge: $crim] Got me tripping talking sh** (Uh) I'm twisted on that dip (Yea) x2 [Hook: $crim] 100 blunts to the face 100 cups of the bale x4 [Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry] It's that grim reaping mother f**er Patch me up, I'm leaking Snatch me up your b**h x7 I'm riding dirty swerving and I'm skewing What I'm seeking is a soul, you could consider me a demon Dreaming of a x5 f** boy ma**acre b**h, I'm scheming b**h, I'm steaming up some weed And I'll be damned if you is reaching for this blunt your b**h rolled laced with your homies' ashes I'm teasing meaning I told your b**h that we would f**, but didn't for no reason Please and thank you when I drop a track My audience is a bunch of zombies teaming up to try and stop me Tony told me it was chopper season, leave you screaming for your mommy Spray them with that tommy, then I spray them with that Tommy Mmm... You smell good for a dead motherf**er [Hook]