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von Hock Tu Down

A whole canister of laughing gas to soothe me
I sip a cocktail of toxic waste spillage and chill in an acid bath jacuzzi
Popping pain killers by the dozen, hacking your limbs off
A violent husband married to hip hop
I Used To Love H.E.R but now I′d be a fool to trust her
Your wife get's screwed as your producers looping Usher
For you to cypher too whilst your crew spoon each other
Bunch of bitches, C-Walking in fluffy puppy slippers
That sick depressed crack pot
Retarded see a garbage heap as a picture-esque back drop
Synthemesc for mind sharpening effects
Fuck what the figure in the mirror says, I′m sane! The roof is on fire and I only have myself to blame
All credits claimed by the good Doctor... Scott... Scalpel
Show shape ups for all, fucking raw
Son if your not in the game for respect
Don't say nothing within earshot
Teeing off from the face of a record label exec
I'm something else entirely
The human throw-back in evolution
Brushed myself off when I got kicked to the curb
Sick and disturbed on an Emerge binge with your bird
All inclusive... Hock Tu Down, the #1

Drug Co. Chilling in clouds of skunk smoke
Red eyed, we get high to get by x2


Mr. Wrong, I smoke a spliff with an eighth in it
Hit the bong then hit you across the face with it
My smoke session has no ending BUT
The plot-line is something like get high as fuck
It′s not mine if you ain′t purple eyed and faint
Debating with yourself, don't sleep
Stay awake and bake away your health
Never did know about much
My only outlook was discovered hitting the ground drunk
Don′t spite the serial killing pro-lifer
Off his head, the centre of attention on the edge
What a guy, on the sly kill you for fun
Don't hold heat, hold a cold Innus & Gunn
His ho′s won't speak, unconventional with no gold teeth
In his crooked grid, the man and just a kid!
Stats; six foot, skinny fuck, male, pale face
Frail, grimacing from the stale ale taste
I move through the club and guzzle Export
With an awkward acid induced Hunter S walk
Warped like William Cooper
Still I′m slick like Rick The Ruler
With your chick in the Heimlich Maneuver
A giver but considered inconsiderate
With bazooka sized spliff's of buddah in his grip
Drunk off something, doesn't remember if he gives a shit
Wouldn′t trust him, hmmm
Half a Limp Bizkit and a few marbles short of a retarded kid′s picnic

Drug. Co chilling in clouds of skunk smoke
Red eyed we get high to get by x 3
Drug. Co chilling in clouds of skunk
Red eyed we get high and cut throats