Artist: Twiztid Album: Cryptic Collection 3 Song: 2nd Hand Smoke (Remix) Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com [Jamie Madrox] I represent the Eastside, no peace, fuck the police We tell you to increase the deceased at least A grown man tellin' you something that he believe Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve What the fuck bitch, chuck bitch, why you talkin' shit Better duck bitch before your dome get hit This shit is twisted, deeper than that old French braid Stickier than jam and jelly phased, kick it [Monoxide] Everybody else real talkin' bout somethin' What you thought you heard bitch, can it cause you're frontin' Dead wrong, dinner table conversations Leavin' you pistol whipped in the corner with abrasions Call it a contamination of mind state Sleep in a dream, hopin' it's gone when I awake Mama think I'm a play on play serial killer Fruit looped outta my mind like Godzilla We survive like caterpillars in cocoons and caskets Stretch the industry like elastic, so fantastic Like the Newport cigarette that I smoke Hit the motherfucker till I choke, I brag and boast About nothin', death, dyin' and ho's fuckin' So understand that he's sayin' somethin' Never be heard, I'm underground with the dirt and grime Smashin' heads be my reason for rhyme, I'm on time Like a motherfucker leavin' you hangin' in the forest Standin' in some comfortable shifts like Chuck Norris Take the chorus, second hand smoke when you breathe Remember what I told you, always believe You relieve on the Monoxide Child and wild Travel the world on nine cloud, screaming loud Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke You phoney bitches wanna shut me down, pullin' plugs on the microphones Hatin' on the individual handle Mr. Bones Hope your speaker's eight ohms or they dead blown If they aren't, turn this motherfucker up and mash on As we blast off bitch ass niggaz at fast rate Growin' at a fast pace, made my heart race Lookin' death in the face and I don't even shudder If my woman starts cheatin', motherfuck her Bitch I'm out for self, green weed, fame and wealth So take your hopes and dreams and put that shit back on the shelf Cause we rollin' in a ride far from stolen Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grade motors And takin' curbs with ease, blowin' trees Lookin' Chinese, hopin' that the cops ain't tailin' me Tryin' to violate that glass house Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out Cause now it's on, pushin' hubcaps, patrollin' the hood so fuck that Heard the shit and this shit is all wack, plannin' the attack Cause we move when it's dark at night Believe the rumors cause they probably all right Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades Barricading your door for the raid, and in the shade Is a sawed off, double-barrelled pump Lookin' for motherfuckers who wanna jump Cause I got thirteen bullets in my pocket, I'm a mad man My trigger finger turnin' suckers to sand Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke All distraught from head trauma, you can't even see the drama I get the persona from marijuana At night I lay stressed with no place to go All by my lonely, screamin' out fuck that show Cigarettes, blunt smoke, I love the smell Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell This shit ain't for everybody, I love to sever bodies So melancholy, suicide is just a folly and I'm out Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke Free your mind Breathe it in, second hand smoke