NONE OF THIS IS REAL (SCARE TACTICS 14)

[Verse]
Pop a couple cans
[?]
[?] couple days until we feel like Peter Pan
[?] 'til I start to feel funky
'Cause I'm smoking too much and [?] blueberry muffins
[?]
I'd rather spend my time with the salt and the lime
Ten shots down, yeah there's bound to be more
One gram left, I'm a cannabis whore
Girl you eat that sausage, I eat lasagna
Bitch, you know that's a double-entendre
I'm so [?] turn a bitch to gravy
Flow so tight I think the womb's a little bit hazy
Don't try to faze me
I get a beat and I'm wanton, I go crazy
See, [?]
When I drop another verse check your underwear for skids
Popping shrooms like a [?] with the munchies
Tripping so hard [?] to see if time will punch me
I got a lady half my size
I bang her to the left and to the right 'til she cries
Tears of joy, I ain't no toy, I ain't no boy
I'm a man chowing on that [?] joy
Damn, yeah that hunger get me side-tracked
Lift off to the stars 'til I wanna come back
Back to the past blowing on that glass
Feeling hella spacey and the room's still getting hazy
Feeling hella spacey and the room's still getting hazy
Back to the past blowing on that glass
Feeling hella spacey and the room's still getting hazy
Yeah the room's still getting hazy