40's & Blunts

[Vrese 4: Holocaust]
Life is internal disease, I'm holding 9's
Break your brain up and roll it in a blunt to blow your mind
Dumb and blind can't see Armageddon, we blaze roaches
Rob stagecoaches, blast and throw explosives
The dopest drunken gunslinger, moonshine
Roam the ghost town and gun down foes at noontime
Holocaust calling shots, get drunk and brawl a lot
Fly plots, let off 5 shots, the Cyclops
In your face like eye drops after you hit the weed
We dump out seeds and smoke until our noses bleed
In the wastelands these streets of rage is why we blaze
West Coast god, hearts cold like Ice Age
I'm ancient, original man, mental patient
Armed with a jagged stone axe, retaliation
It's futile, we strapped with shanks and hand shooters
And will smash through your hood in tanks and land cruisers