Full song 2

Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me

It's Big Moe, da barre baby, representin these Southside streets

Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know wassup

You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'

Everybody clap yo' hands, and sing along wit me

It's Big Moe, da barre baby, representin these Southside streets

Now if you ain't heard of me then you don't know wassup

You can find me on them Screw CD's talkin about 'Purple Stuff'

Yo, I’m floatin’ in that purple abyss, codeine kiss on my lips,

Waves crashin’ slower than Screw on the disc, time drips, time drips.

Slab crawlin’ like a purple tarantula through H-Town fog,

Poured four in the Fanta, now the stars do the Dougie in my smog.

Barre baby baptized in that viscous cathedral glow,

Lungs full of candy smoke, heart beatin’ 33 ⅓ real slow.

I turn pain to potion, every scar a swirl in the cup,

Sip death, resurrect as a legend—purple stuff raised me up.

Neon saints on the dash prayin’ while the bassline cry,

I’m the ghost in the shell of every slab that ever died,

King of the lean dream, crown made of crushed ice and regret,

But the high so artistic, even heaven got a purple silhouette.