P.A.S.O.U (The Purist Remix) CASISDEAD

Yea
It's like I cast a spell on the bits of hard I sell
Got cats running back so that's why my crack ain't hard to sell
And it ain't hard to tell why they wanna throw my ass in jail
Lock me in my cell on basic with no chance of bail
No chance in hell
See I'm too smart to fail
I like to ride 'round with white cause
You don't have to mask the smell
I work by myself
I never ask for help
If I need a second opinion
Well I just ask the scales

To get you fucked
To get you lean
To get you on that methylene deoxy meth amphetamine
And that ketamine
In the kitchen I'm mean
Could get a Michelin star for my cuisine
There's no escaping its plain to see
Yeah your soul belongs to me
As soon as you hit the B
Uhh dirty fiend is what you'll be
I got what you need
Duh brown or white the coke or speed
I guarantee uhh one sniff & your nose'll bleed
I dont usually deal with weed
But we got a crop in Surrey Quays
In about a week we're gunna harvest like 30 keys
Blueberry cheese
So you know we ain't low on P's
I guess my mummsy was wrong then
Money does grow on trees