Drugs Interlude

[Perfect Hell]
I first kicked dope shit behind a rehab
By accident, as a kid, playing freeze tag
Found a needle bag, learned to stick to clean tracks
Yes, a microphone fiend is what we have
No patch can ever ease the crave
That constant need to taste raw seeds of cain
My bars do carry weight, so I'm selling lines
Ghost rider, drug lord, the name's Hellrise
Smack addicts, do smack themselves silly
Considered sorry, inside of a selfish city
Pity to those who overdose on Hell's product
Scales topple, yes, my clientele hail Gestapo
Went from sold on the streets to downloads
Matter of fact, when blood pours out your nose
I got 'em all hooked off the first sample
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