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[Intro: Jamie Madrox] F-For the Fam, Volume 2, Exclusive Twiztid featuring Blaze Trip-Trip-Triple Threat [Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Jamie Madrox)] You know I smoke weed, it burns, I exhale I'm high right now, who the fuck you gon' tell? You can probably smell aromas comin' on strong Like the stench of the water in the bottom of my bong Ain't no peaceful 'get along', no I'm not a flower child .45 up in my waist, you poppin' off, we gettin' (wild!) Give me room and assume that I'm gone off the Keisha Co Eyes closed, holding back the choke cause my lungs is full Pass the shit, get it back again for another bowl Smoking like a chimney cause there ain't no carbonation ho Nothing in the room but clouds far as I can see You wanna get high with me? [Verse 2: Monoxide] How many times can I chime rhymes with a fried mind? Is what you're thinking with every line that you rewind of mine Let me remind that in order to walk the border of evil I'm burning quarters at the speed that a racecar drive I get abnormally high but inside I'm transforming like I was Optimus Prime But the form that I reside is a crime lord With an eye four times the size of any kinda cyborg y'all can find Feel like I wanna go play on the dark side So I got my little bag of that cloud nine And I'll start by taking a short drive to the cemetery And then I'mma park, right, get a flashlight in a grave site And then I'll be ready to spark mine with a great time [Verse 3: Jamie Madrox] Yo Blaze, Monoxide Y'all motherfuckers held it down for the weed heads, but what about the alcoholics? Let's go! Grown man put the hair on my chest, I'm floatin', drinkin' Cognac Big glass, no ice, to the rim, I'm in, pushing my wig back It's time to sit back, 4 hours till last call I got a pocket full of hundreds, I'm thirsty, I came to ball (Bouncin'!) Do I tip or double pour double ounces? Bottle here, bottle there, I swear I'll share That's really where it counts There's a party where I'm sittin' I'm soaking up all the liquid Alcohol, yeah I'm addicted My vice train is shiftin' I went from doobies to blunts, a bowl to a bong Now they're toking it, they did even ripped it up in our songs It's impossible to be hard sippin' cocktails through straws But I'm granted, don't understand it Managed to pulled it off for alcohol