Sour milk gang

I'm a filthy white milky schizophrenic hillbilly thinkin nothin can kill me you can ask my cousin Philly, or charge it to the game to try to Bill me, but doing that would be a shame and just plain silly . since birth the kid's curse to burst remains swollen , I'll cut your eyelids off and split your whole face open with no existence of real happiness that in which consists of chemical drifts passed on from my daddy since he passed on to pass on , just like the last song blowin Dro in the optimo until that ish is all gone . my life shadows an uneven balance of emotion with devotion to stay in sync with the earth and it's commotion like me higher than a duck with The Stars and the earth I'm reflectin off the ocean, stealin your heart like it was golden, bumpin doc Dray back in the day and nilla I'm still smokin!