Chorus

I chief like keef, I chief like keef,
it smells like weed in the school
hallway, if i could i would chief i
would chief all day, from the hood
to the east in a sweet that’s grape
(rep x2)

Verse 1

Menace to Society Dennis they should
be callen me, two D.U.I’s 5 seconds after
they licensed me, 17 a felony for sellin
weed and pedaling, always in the fast lane
Mario Andretti’ing, so when i say i do it
it really means that i do it, not a Nike
commercial no i am not no ones gimmick,
i’m not a joy-stick or nintendo nor tickle
me fucken elmo, tickle me I’ll cut your
head off guillotine a fucken fella, I cant
turn down for real i know you said it, but
i meant it i need meds that need meds to
go to bed, there’s nothing cool about
addiction despite what i might of said, im
just a good song-writer i can make a bad
thing seem good, babbling like a brook
all these rappers are fake rappers, their
actors that play rappers on stage like cats,
on facebook haten kinda like ISIS they
threat, while i sip my tea like kermit i be
minden my biz


Verse 2

Hit the swisher split the center like surgery
its some medical, roll it up and twist it like
liquorish how we roll a blunt, gut it like a
fisherman in the middle of your traffic stop,
hit it smile then dip on em the cops are trigger
happy bro, i’m on the go not at school, used
to be on the honer-roll, i used to be a scalar
now all i do is marijuana roll, below the influence
i tell every kid i know ta blow, everyone is doin it
your mommy and your daddy to, act a fool talk
back in school, push janitors they can’t hit you,
that black girls ass you smacked it good, then
slap her face no attitude, sell drugs to kids and
classmates if your lucky they will all get hooked,
dependant then you used them for their money
like a prostitute, the irony about this school is
hiring who hires fools, at my old school they
hired a known crack dealer drug counselor,
Mr. Yach intent ta deal, how you gone tell us
drugs ain’t cool, you confiscate from us and then
go sell em for yourself you dusch


Verse 3

I flow so supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, dyslexic,
expialidocious is super califragilic, you’ll be floaten
wit the fishes all you losers salamanderin, my vocab
it is vicious call me sid vocabulary king, magic like the
gathering, magic they cannot handle me, the town don’t
wanna crown a g, the best MC around wit speech, i
know deep down you feel my sound but keep it on the
down-low-key, nobody really wants to say it open out
and honestly, they all got their problems fixed, they
got it all on lock they say, this is how the game is played
yall doin it all wrongly, ok then how come your not signed,
how come you don’t got all the chicks, i’m doin just fine
i don’t need to say it constantly, i do not play no politics,
i do not care nor follow it, what-evers trending not on
my list, unless it’s about pot like cheech, so go and get
your bongs and chief, all in and through your hallway’s,
come on you kids it’s legal now to use i’m doin
all of it