Mike Ikes Gweilo Ghost

[Intro]
DJ HURTLOCKER, level your city to the ground
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[Chorus]
Eatin' fifty milli-Trams ’cause they look like Mike Ikes
I had two close calls, the Black Rabbit's three strikes
I don't wave my white flag, I zero my iron sights
The proof’s in the prescription, they slurred my last rites
Eatin' fifty milli-Trams, boy, I slept for five nights
When you're in the big sleep, don't make the same mistake twice
We're swerving in the field, yeah, we're smoking black ice
Just a product of the times, Stalker Plugg zeitgeist

[Verse]
Testing product, railing slugs, I know they pray that it's laced
But when they see me in the flesh, they know to stay out my face
More than a few things in life that gave me unhealthy traits
Waste of skin walking 'round with a nightstick on my waist
Perc’ communion and my plug is John the Baptist
My blood test lookin’ evil from the medical malpractice
On my lonesome raising hell, I'm luring bait, I hope it catches
We’re at each other's necks, it's 'cause we’re just hopeless romantics
It gets weird when we jump bones, she's spooked, I'm just disturbed
I'm a savant with the RCs, an addict and a nerd
I'm not smelling burnt toast, the pills what got me slurred
Yeah, you say you wanna bump heads, but that ain't what I heard
When we're booted, he's like Garth, four-eyed high, and I'm like Wayne
You should meet my brother—, compared to him, I'm a saint
These combat boots will help him in remembering my name
I'm downward spiralling, just me myself and I to blame