[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)

[Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)]

Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow my buzz

Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz

(Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs

(My weed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up

(I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool

[Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem]

{*ding dong*} Bitch let me in the house (The game on?)

No, I just came to eat your mother out

It's the big guy, doing a butterfly to the ground (Go 'head!)

Bizarre, sit yo' nasty ass down!

I spot this fat bitch from across the room

Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (Yea-yea!)

My face is pink, looking for a sink

And don't worry bout what I put in your drink (Ha-ha-ha-ha)

It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up

Open your nasty-ass legs up (Yeah, you whore)

Bitches I'm catching, blunts I'm matching

Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverend Jesse Jackson

[Verse 3: Swifty McVay]

Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence?

It'd be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions (Damn)

But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (For real)

Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring her ass here

I kick a ho out without giving her cabfare (Aha)

And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn ear

When I'm out eating, you fags'll interfere

They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sitting here

I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear?

I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year, okay?

You want some yay? I'll front yo' ass a play

But other than that, get the hell out my face

Because you niggas trying to

[Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)]

Blew, blew, blew, blew, blow my buzz

Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz

(I'm gonna sit here) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs

And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up

(Shut yo' damn mouth!) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool

[Verse 4: Kuniva & Kon Artis]

Yo, Denaun, you seem shook

I really am dawg - look!

This fat bitch keep chasing me trying to give me the nook

Aww, man you probably lead her on

I just bought her a beer!

I saw her rubbing on your head while she was wiping your tears

I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me crying

Nigga, you lying, and you blowing my high, just stop denying it

Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did

The ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kids

Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone

Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home

Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs

Go kill yourself

Fuck you!

Well, stop blowing my buzz!

[Verse 5: Proof, Rondell Beene, Swifty McVay (&Kon Artis)]

I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back

With a slut on my arm while I'm downing the 'gnac

Got the pills in my system, floating around

Every time I start drifting, someone open they mouth

Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in

I think I'm going deaf like most senile men

Only one good demo out of three thousand

(Yo, I ain't wanna rap for you anyway) A'ight, peace out then!

Next nigga that bump me, I'mma do the Humpty

And elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me

Yo, man, whassup wit' you, man, why you keep bumpin me and shit

(Whassup, fool? Fuck you, punk!)

Motherfucker, the fuck? It's on fool it's on! Whassup then, nigga?

[Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)]

Blow my buzz

Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz

(Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs

(Smokin', rollin', on and on...) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up

(Slap the shit out you!) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool

[Outro: Kon Artis]

We'll be cool

We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just trying to smoke my weed

Smoke my weed

I'm trying to drink with my niggas; just shut the fuck up

While I'm just trying to get blowed

Spitting to me some mo'