Eminem - Must Be The Ganja lyrics

[Intro:] Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing, I feel like dancing I smell something in the air that's making me high I said I smell something in the air that's making me high [Verse 1:] (Ok here we go) do-re-me-fa-so-fa-so-la-ti-da-so Lyrical Roscoe kick back a Tabasco You motherf**ers must just not know the tic- toe so Time to show you the most kick-a** flow in the cosmos Pica**o with a pick-axe a sick a**hole Tic-tac-toe 'cross your six- pack with X-acto Knives, stranglin' wives with thick la**o Big bags of the gra**, Zig Zags, I'm with the Doc, so You know how that go- skull and the cross bones This is poison to boys and girls who do not know You do not wanna try this at home my little vato This is neither the time nor the place to get macho So crack a six-pack, sit back with some nachos Maybe some popcorn watch the show, and just rock slow It's not what you expected, nor what you thought so 'Bout time that you wake the f** up smell the pot smoke [Chorus:] It must be the ganja, it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me I don't mind I said it's the ganja it's the marijuana That's creeping up on me why I'm so high Maybe it's the Henny that has gotten in me Whatever's got into me I don't mind [Verse 2:] Your dreams are getting fulfilled, ooh I'm literally getting a chill Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill Your submitting to sk**, sitting still I'm admitting I'm beginning to feel Like I don't think anyone's real Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dahli Lama And be calm or bring drama step beyond a Jeffery Dahmer Please don't upset me mamma, yer lookin' s**y mamma Don't know if it's the la-la or the rum and Pepsi mamma Don't wanna end up inside my refrigerator freezer Be used as extra topping next time I make a pizza How many people you know who can name every serial k**er who ever existed in a row? Put 'em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped The trunk that they were stuffed in the model the make the plate And which model which lake they found her and how they attacked the victim Say which murder weapon was used to do what in which one? Which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun? Don't stop I like this it's fun, the f**in' night's just begun [Chorus] [Verse 3:] When I'm behind the mic, dynamite's what it's kinda like You're stuck with the same stick that your tryin' to light Behind the boards sits Dre, legends are made this way Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be? Maybe you need some lyric serum syrup for your symptoms Here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some He can give her some, she can give them some, get behind a Linn Drum Make up a beat and cure the s**er syndrome The spinnin' drum when it comes to lyrics and pennin' some Starting from scratch and then ending up at the endin' of Capable of winning a Pulitzer so unbelievable it's a Titanium cranium that's full of sur- Prises when the smoke rises right before your very own eyes You stare into your stereos high Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing I ain't even smoke anything I ain't even drinking [Chorus]