2nd Hand Smoke - Twiztid

I represent the East side, no peace

Fuck the police

We tell you to increase the deceased at least

A grown man tellin' you something that he believe

Practice to deceive, no more tricks up my sleeve

What the fuck bitch?

What bitch?

Why you talkin' shit?

Better duck bitch

Before your dome get hit

This shit is Twiztid deeper than that old French braid

Stickier than jam and jelly face, kick it

Everybody else still talkin bout something

What you thought you heard, bitch?

Can it, cause you’re frontin

Dead wrong

Dinner table conversations

Leavin' you pistol-whipped in the corner with abrasions

Call it a contamination of mind state

Sleep in a dream, hopin' it’s gone when I awake

Mama think I’m a flake (Corn Flake serial killa!)

Froot Loop bitin' my mind like Godzilla

We survive like caterpillars in cocoons in caskets

Stretch the industry like elastic

So fantastic, like the Newport cigarette that I smoke

Hit the mothafucka till I choke

I brag and I boast about nothin'

Death, dying, and hoes fuckin'

So understand that he’s saying somethin'

Never be heard I’m underground with the dirt and grime

Smashin' heads be my reason for rhyme

I’m on time like a mothafucka

Leavin you hangin in the forest

Standin in some comfortable shits like Chuck Morris

Check the chorus

Second hand smoke when you breathe

Remember what I told you always believe

You relieve I’m the Monoxide Child, I’m wild

Travel the world on nine cloud screaming loud

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke

You phony bitches wanna shut me down

Pullin' plugs on the microphones

Hatin' on the individual handle Mr. Bones

Hope your speakers 8 ohms or they dead blown

If they are, turn this mothafucka up and mash on

As we blast past bitch ass niggas at fast rates

Growin' at a fast pace made my heart race

Lookin' death in the face and I don’t even shudder

If my woman starts cheatin, motherfuck her, bitch

I’m out for self, free weed, fame and wealth

So take your hopes and dreams

And put that shit back on the shelf

Cause we rollin' in a ride far from stolen

Cigarette lighters, power windows, wood grain, motors and

Takin' curbs with ease, blowin' trees, lookin' Chinese

Hopin' that the cops ain’t tailin' me

Tryin' to violate the glass house

Nigga pass the blunt before you pass out

Cause now it’s on, pushin' hubcaps

Patrollin' the hood, so fuck that

Heard the shit and the shit is all wack

Plannin' the attack, cause we move when it’s dark at night

Believe the rumors, cause they probably all right

Outta sight like concealed weapons and drug trades

Barricading your door for the raid

And in the shade is a sawed off double-barreled pump

Lookin' for mothafuckas who wanna jump

Cause I got 13 bullets in my pocket I’m a mad man

My trigger finger turnin' suckers to sand

Distraught from head trauma

You can’t even see the drama

I get the persona from marijuana

At night I lay stressed with no place to go

All by my lonely screamin' out fuck that show

Cigarettes, blunt smoke I love the smell

Player hate me cause I smoke, burn in hell

This shit ain’t for everybody

I live to sever bodies, so melancholy

Suicide is just a folly and I’m out

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke (what, what)

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke (what)

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke

Second hand smoke, second hand smoke, What

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke (yeah)

Free your mind

Breath it in, second hand smoke (right)

Free your mind

Breath it in