Sticky Icky Situation

ABK

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    (feat. Blaze Ya Dead Homie, Esham, Violent J)

    [Verse 1: Anybody Killa]
    My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin'
    So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him
    Sometimes I feel like a nut
    Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up
    Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt
    Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks
    I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it)
    How would you act if you had to live through it?
    Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce
    Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked
    Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much?
    Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro
    Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up
    Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff
    Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high
    Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!)
    Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up)
    Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough
    Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy
    Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply
    Me and J steady smokin' pounds
    So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!)
    Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts
    So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff

    [Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
    When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back
    Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at?
    B-L-A-Z-E, ABK
    And we got Esham and Violent J
    Juggalos outside in the parking lot
    Because y'all know how we get sparked a lot
    Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist
    And when we all get together we see diamond mist

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    [Verse 3: Violent J]
    I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!)
    I like it cause it fuck with my head
    I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it
    I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated
    Now who the fuck don't like my flow?
    You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow
    Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head
    And without it you fucks would be dead
    I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time
    We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J
    If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay
    In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees
    NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez
    I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez
    I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that
    I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that
    I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere
    My homies call me Smokey The Bear
    Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here
    Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair
    I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy
    Zug Island, Del Ray I aint's ta toy
    My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots
    Until you out like quamay's pokadots
    I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke
    They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke
    I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa
    Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas
    Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs
    We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!)
    I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes
    So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine

    [Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
    Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night
    Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight
    Sticky icky situations, dehydrated
    Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded

    [Verse 4: Esham]
    I'm in the water with the sharks bleedin'
    That's why I be a killa for no reason, speedin'
    My flows dope like OZ's and
    Crush pounds and trees and, I'm all season
    Veteran, no one does it better than they (We)
    E and J, (Hey) ABK
    And that's my man and them (What's up?)
    And I always blow ganj with them
    Detroit playas too advanced for them
    We buyin' out the bar, we don't dance with them
    So if you ever get a chance to glance at them
    Baby boy say holla back, answer him
    H-U-S-T-L-E-R
    Yes, that's what the hell we are
    See, me and Blaze, wicked ways
    Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2 K's
    I can walk on water, spit fire and ice
    Chinese secrets, makin' wine from rice
    Still shoot dice, up against the wall so nice
    Still F-U-C-K the po-lice
    Think twice like the 3 blind mice
    But don't give me no advice
    I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist
    And still pimp hoes like Heidi Floess

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