Blow My Buzz D12

[Intro: Swifty McVay]
Hee-e
Hmm, yeah
This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out
And motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin?
Or that nagging bitch, that just like to hear herself talk
Blowing all yo' high away
Now that's some fucked up shit, heh
But it happens, yknowhatI'msayin? Yo

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it?
How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic?
How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot?
You got it like I got it or not?
If you did, you would know just what I'm talking bout
When your tongue's rotting out from cotton-mouth
When you end up becoming so dependent on weed
That you end up spending a G in the vending machine
You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie
Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat
Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja
That's it gotcha thinking the whole world is watching ya
Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll (Maybe you just roll)
But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto
Just don't come fuck with me when I'm doing my drugs
You see me in the club don't come fucking my high up and (Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow)