Man, you couldn't come hard even if you were frozen
You wouldn't rank high even if you was stoned-son

I'm on fire
You couldn't raise the stakes if you had beef with vampires

You rhymes wouldn't be felt if you wrote them in braile
I'm delivering heat like a burning postman bringing you mail.

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Weed is the anesthesia by which I endure the operation of life.

Whats the after-life like?
Probably the same as the before-birth, and you dont remember that do ya.