Pass the Breather

Inhale me my name is THC

I'm the drug of choice for your top celebrity

B-Real I will Sen-Dogs over the Hill like Cypress

Leave you achy breaky Billy Ray Cyrus

I'm just a chemical, subliminal in your mental

Flush your minimal principle way down to the criminal

C'mon ya'll, don't waste your life away

But I can control it, some might say

then why you cravin it? In the night, in the day

yo brother get some help, get it right away

it costs to pay, ya know it costs to play

you could die today, so throw it right away

no debate let me state the face of my case

you don't like yourself that's why you change your fate

change your mind state, blind date date rape

there's a way to escape, from peace to hate

PCP LSD E and free

Base here's a taste cause the first is free

But what do ya pay the doctor

When the hearse takes me?

And what do ya pay the nurse

To try revive me

And what do ya pay the cop

When my need makes me?

And what do ya pay God

When hell bakes me?

And what do ya pay your family?

Neglect and abuse, cause that joint in your hand

Might as well be a noose

So

Pass the cheeba on the right hand side

Pass the breather on the left hand side

Remember way back in little middle school?

Jordan Air was the rule, and DARE was cool?

But now our heroes are from the Beach that's Long

Like Cheech and Chong and leechin off a bong

What went wrong? Is it evil rap songs?

Broads and blunts and gats and thongs

Crack's a monkey on ya back bigger than King Kong

But ya laugh at that and say I don't smoke crack?

But weed and smack and what's after that?

I ask as ya smashed and say pass the stash

Wave goodbye to your cash and hello to MASH

Ya know a hospital, like the old sitcom

but weed gives me peace, so I can sit calm

the bother, my knocka, is why you wanna alter

the water of your daughter and disappoint your Father?

Hydro like an otter, but your brain be getting odder

And when it's time to die, hell be getting hotter

Ay yo, who shot her, ay yo how'd she die?

OD, DOA, cause she went and got high

I'd rather be a nun or a Catholic priest

than a poor slum bum who's addicted to a leaf

ya dumb plant somker, ya funny little joker

shoulda been a chauffeur, a kosher stock broker

instead you a loafer with your picture on a poster

that says don't do dope, uh, or you'll look like that

skinny, ashy, trashy with a yap full of gap

crack kills fast, weed's a little bit slower

you could start with cigarettes and end up a snow blower