I need a hit

Let's go let's go let's go down to the local spot fire up some of that pot don't give s*** if I even get caught I got to take me a hit before I go ahead beat up this f****** piece of s*** better wrote me up something quick before I f****** this prick oh oh I better take me here better run me up something real quick I need to get lit this m********** running his lip he's going to find out real quick that around here you get your wig split so I need to calm down finish this beer roll me up some fat so I can go ahead and sit back cuz I ain't trying to go back i ain't going to go back to 3 flats and a mat talk . talking out his ass but he don't realize what kind of down south redneck white trash Juggalo mother f*** he's f****** with so let's get out of here let's roll up on that local spot let's get out of here cuz of people around here just keep running their mouth we'll go down to the local spot we'll pull out the speakers drop to tailgate don't make no mistake we're going to get baked we're going to turn up until it's late but I need to smoke something real quick I need to roll up some of this tumble weed come on everybody we need to roll up some green so we can get along and quit acting mean cuz between you and me all we need is some good weed so pull out that sack roll up that spliff let's get it lit we'll go on a trip down old dirt road well you can't be found by the popo we'll hang out in our local spot will like that campfire drink a bottle of that rock cut don't get it twisted we let down south redneck white trash Sugarloaf mother f*** and we like to get twisted I promise you you didn't miss it I'm about to twist it and we about to get high I promise you you going to think you can fly cuz this little bag that I got from this guy woo woo is going to have you thank God so let me roll up something real quick let me smoke something before the boy gets hit I'm tired of him running his lips I need to cool my mind I need to calm my nerves so roll some up don't be scared we going to get so turned up our vision is going to be blurred out here in the Backwoods leave you lost for words just hit the s*** it's and don't worry cuz if we ever run out I'll just call my boy Jeebz you know what I mean you'll get us some more green