Fuzzy Dice Balls Joey Trap & Comethazine

[Intro: Comethazine]
Nigga, I'm off so many pills right now, so I'm sayin'
Make some motherfuckin' grape juice with the Wock', Wockhardt
Wock'-Wock'
I feel like Slump God in this bitch
Look, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Comethazine]
No roof when the baby go old school
'92 fuzzy dice balls like a snool
Boof'd out, boof pack in the booth
VVS on my wrist like hand on my tool
Turn a nigga to a running back, uh
Pussy pop it for a couple back, uh

[Verse 1: Comethazine]
Do-rag, feelin' like a Bow Wow, uh
Make a pussy run from the pounce-out, uh
Pussy come outside sound like surround sound, uh
Old school G with the bop-out, uh
Make the niggas hot like the cops out, uh
I fucked on that bih, then I popped out, uh
I can only fuck with a model bih, uh
Money be fatter than hippopotamus, uh
All of my niggas are from the bottom, bih
Leave a hole in a nigga like, "Who shot you, bitch?", uh
Leave a nigga toast like a strudel
Your bitch lick my bone like a poodle, uh