I Don't Know Why This World Keeps

I Don't Want To Just Die A Normal Death, I Wanna Be Killed Twice.

A Lot Of My Rhymes Are Just To Get Chuckles Out Of People. Anybody With Half A Brain Is Going To Be Able To Tell When I'm Joking And When I'm Serious.

I Don't Even Know How To Speak Up For Myself, Because I Don't Really Have A Father Who Would Give Me The Confidence Or Advice.

I Don't Speak, I Float In The Air Wrapped In A Sheet I'm Not A Real Person, I'm A Ghost Trapped In A Beat

If Somebody Is Smoking A Joint In A Movie, I Say It's A Cigarette - A Big Cigarette If It's A Cheech And Chong Movie.