Drug Abusage - Count Bass D

Pour the pitcher I’m the catcher J. D. Salinger

You the chump, face the champ your man’s a challenger

Poo and Booka Watu Penda Pesa, say boss didn’t pay us

I heard he saw clips

But I don’t clap them shits

I know about three or four who will give your ass

Six rounds of applause

It’s futile to haggle a contract clause

We only obey laws that coincide with the ones we make

If the Jager don’t kill me, the Goldschläger may

I plan to leave Las Vegas with seventeen geese

Sugar abuse yields mad tooth decay

Fools sniff cocaine

And those who spark bowls with butane

Have merely been tricked into a habit that’s hard to kick

But who invented the recipe?

He got expelled before his mind could grasp chemistry

Enemies of best friends of me

God only knows what makes me tick, Christ only tells me what to think

Spiru-Tein in my morning drink

Jack and Coke for the brunch one

Maybe it a Heiney for lunch, make it a tall one

Put me on the guest list plus one

So me and B can drink till' the fuckin' cows come

Hey kids don’t follow that dope

Zoloft, Celexa, Prozac the heck with ya

Self medicated equals less frustrated

When I see a Now or Later, I annihilate it

Sugar kills too, ask a diabetic

Flow’s sick beat’s pathetic

One and twos and copesthetic

Old beats deaded