Lorazepam, Pt. 2

Yeah Goodbye from my grease body into the blackness Where only my pure essence can go This is your boy Lamp Fawcett Gotta get down 4 it the 406 locc we smoke it right Know that's how we roll, freestyles straight from the devil's eyes The crops that I grow, I killed on the low with Monsanto Weed killer kills all, can't fill the bong, thinking I'm boutta go broke I'm talking all bout witches and spiders I'm switching sides with the Switch on my 9 with a violent asprin Kathryn mind no lie Now it's catching me by surprise but I'll still take em They used to go up my nose now I just inhale 'em mang Smoking lorazepam Smoking lorazepam Smoking lorazepam You know where we get it man Smoking lorazepam Smoking lorazepam I light it up straight from your grandma's cabinet Pour out the patrón, one for the locc, keep one for the road My mind's out, feeling insane now they're locking me down Now they're giving me pills thinking they'll fix my mind, but they won't And I'm stuck here wasting but I still just practice sacrifice Witchcraft for satan tryna open the door Gotta get some bites coming from satan's spiders to go you know I can see their lies, know what they tried to hide this whole time But he didn't know right from wrong, and now the locc is gone Smoking lorazepam Smoking lorazepam Smoking lorazepam You know where we get it man Smoking lorazepam Smoking lorazepam I light it up straight from your grandma's cabinet