Slaine - Dopehead (feat. Jaysaun) Lyrics

Sniveling whimpering crying ass junkieWhite on white sneakers, yellow teeth honkyEarly in the morning for your doseOff for the day with your North Shore hoThat bitch is grossShe's your road dog, dog you's a boostingHerb with the cokeheads bumping Whitney HoustonStole an iPod always look in truth andDude get a month clean then he starts juicingNothing these days worse than a dopeheadUp with the birds chirp calling up LopezRiding 'round the projects on a little mopedKid not knowing if imprints on his foreheadIt used to make me sad but now it makes me sickCause everywhere I go I got these cowards on my dickPosing for a flick trying to work before a stickI might be wrong for this but I'm certainly correctYou's a dopeheadStevie got a TV that he's selling and a DVDPlayer plus he's yelling 'bout a VDThat he thinks he caught from Ellen who's a seedy whoreHe met at the CD storeThey keep on beefing what they should sell the TV forHe's getting queasy cause the ouija boardSays she's gonna dump himBut it still won't say who she leaves him forHe asked the fucking thing a week or more agoAnd it still won't tell himGod damn it Puerto Rican GeorgeOir, hola, we want that harinaDon't look at my girl, act like you never seen herGive up the raw chunkyCalled him a porch monkeyVince he's leaving bean town straight for Orange CountyRobbing the dopeman is brilliant when you're dope sickIt happens to them twice a weekThey just fucking cope with itTwo days pass and they call him againCall him a friend with some brand new dollars to spendI got these dopeheads calling me trading a stolen pistolBut I don't got no more dope, I just got a fistfulOf Methamphetamine Crystal MethThat I nicknamed Rick James and this bitch refsLike two sewer rats swimming laps in a cess poolSmells like death, rotten flesh mixed with vegetablesI mean they both gross wrinkled like old folksI don't want a pitbull, I don't need a gold ropeWish I never sold dope, wish I just sold cokeBleeding cause your veins ain't healing that's no jokeCalling me at four in the morning from a payphoneWhy don't you two broke motherfuckers just stay homeI told you I don't sell 'em stop asking to buy nickelsHolding two house speakers tweaking on a bicycleAnd that's they vacation, what I'ma doWith these two scratched games for Playstation 2