Dopehead

Good morning Vietnam
And everybody's up early today

Snivelling, whimpering, crying-ass junkie
White on white sneakers, yellow teeth honky
Early in the morning for your dose
Off for the day with your North Shore ho (that bitch is gross)
She's your road dog, dog, you's a boosting
Herb with the coke heads, bumping Whitney Houston
Stole an iPod always look in truth and
Dude get a month clean, then he starts juicing

Nothing these days worse than a dope head
Up with the bird's chirp calling up Lopez
Riding 'round the projects on a little moped
Kid not knowing if imprints on his forehead
It used to make me sad but now it makes me sick
'Cause everywhere I go I got these cowards on my dick
Posing for a flick trying to work before a stick
You might think I'm wrong for this but I'm certainly correct

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Stevie got a TV that he's selling and a DVD
Player plus he's yelling 'bout a VD
That he thinks he caught from Ellen who's a seedy whore
He met at the CD store
They keep on beefing what they should sell the TV for

He's getting queasy cause the Ouija board
Says she's gonna dump him
But it still won't say who she leaves him for
He asked the fucking thing a week or more ago
And it still won't tell him
Goddamn it Puerto Rican George

"Oir, hola, we want that Harina!"
"Don't look at my girl, act like you never seen her!"
Give up the raw chunky
Called him a porch monkey
'Cause Vince he's leaving Bean town straight for Orange County

Robbing the dope man is brilliant when you're dope sick
It happens to them twice a week, they just fucking cope with it
Two days pass and they call him again
Call him a friend with some brand-new dollars to spend

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I got these two (dope heads) calling me trading a stolen pistol
But I don't got no more dope, I just got a fistful
Of Methamphetamine, Crystal Meth
That I nicknamed Rick James and this bitch breath's

Like two sewer rats swimming laps in a cesspool
Smells like death, rotten flesh mixed with vegetables
I mean they both gross, wrinkled like old folks
I don't want a Pitbull, I don't need a gold rope
Wish I never sold dope, wish I just sold coke
Bleeding 'cause your veins ain't healing, that's no joke
Calling me at four in the morning from a payphone
Why don't you two broke motherfuckers just stay home

I told you I don't sell 'em, stop asking to buy nickels
Holding two house speakers, tweaking on a tricycle
And that's they vacation, what I'm a do
With these two scratched games for PlayStation two

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