As he continues to say... "Amongst the sewer smell, giant roaches and rats

A few blocks down are a conjunction of government flats

You′ll meet a crackhead called Crackhead In The HatJust give this package to him, it's as easy as that"

Different strains of weed all around me

And smelt like Crumpax also baked a fresh batch of brownies

I ask to take one he says "They aint for outta townies

Feel free but there′s a risk that you'll feel extra cloudy"

Stuff the package and Mary in my bag, head to the flats

Get harassed by some purple goon called The Maxx

He's talking mumbo jumbo about the outback

While i was just trying to imagine a world without crack

I just keep on trekking

Because if i stop for every pleb sweatting me, this mission will be never-ending

Emptying clips in the clerk, yelling out she′s representin

A bullet exits the window, must have been a stray

Ends up catching a rabbit known now as Ricochet

Sadly enough to the rabbit′s dismay

Samurai Pizza Cats were ears deep in catnip that day

Walkin out the pizza shop next door

Staring at the rabbit slumped against the wall, bleeding out onto the floor

Polyester spots an intestine and start to gnaw

They then sprawl out, all frolicking in his guts and gore

Whole block's jonesin for that crack-based play dough

Finds screaming out "Where the fuck is Carmen Sandiego?"

Burt and Ernie cheffing in a parked up Winnebago

Using bleach, Ajax powder, with a little bit of Draino

Soon enough i′m already down a few blocks

I see a red fox on the stoop, coolin in blue socks

Claims all of his boys in his crew are dogs

And offers to recruit me for a job to move a few rocks

Merely shake my head and step right around him

Eating the brownie, i'm in the flats with a stench that′s overpowering

Crowd of Power Rangers skinny like greyhounds

And smelt like they hadn't brushed their teeth or had a shower in

Months

Fits scattered around, shits in the corners

Dudes resembling skeletons with eating disorders

Witness Roger the Rabbit strapped to the wall, being tortured

And motherfuckers around him shouting out "He′s an informant!"

He's an informant!

YO!

Skunk sacks from Hector Crumpax

Deliver the package to the crunk cat

Skunk sacks from Hector Crumpax

Deliver the package to the crunk cat

Dude in red and white hat seemed to be doing the cutting

I stood there in silence, in fear of interrupting

Mustered up courage and felt i needed to say something

"Mr. Crackhead in the Hat, yo what the fuck is up king?"

Introduced myself and pulled out the package

The skinny man in the hat suddenly ceased cutting the rabbit

Making me wanna quit the mission like a bad habit

He told me shut the fuck up, or i'll end up wrapped in plastic!

Death stares from Count Crackula

The product he stacks, gets given back and then he tries to sell it back to ya

And then if you try demand better crack, no luck

This cat will wig out and flip quicker than any spatula

Yip-yip aliens start laughing hysterically

Over indulged a little in some magic mushroom therapy

One then talks about death hypothetically

And proceeds to re-arrange his organs alphabetically

Some dick-jockin Birdman claims his name′s Harvey

And he knows all about me, and supports the Lazy Army

Proceeds to ask me "How much for some garms, g?"

I tell him for nothing if he helps me get my fuckin arms free

I′m soon surround bound on top of a burial ground

Trying to convince Shao Khan for me to hang about

Curious George distracts me with his monkeying around

As i'm gagged with a rag, my vision starts to blur out

The rope wrapped around me feels all warm and tingly

Scope Quagmire in the corner, gettin jiggy (Giggity!)

Fading out, I also start to become giggly

Realising the brownie is now kicking in pretty quickly

Wake up in a rancid bathroom

Hangover worse than a head to a harpoon

Feeling worse than the burnt side of a dark spoon

I glance into the mirror to realise that i′m now a cartoon

Thinking it's a dream, i go to wash my face

But these puffy white gloves seem to be getting in the way

I thought oh well, fuck it i may as well embrace my new image

Smoke my woes away, and just call it a day

Push the key through the door, and down a glass of water

Feeling as though i′ve attained attention deficit disorder

Thinking a fat smoke session is in order

To find my weed sack's been jacked like a lamb to the slaughter, yo

I said my weed sack′s been jacked like a fuckin lamb to the slaughter

AHH!

Skunk sacks from Hector Crumpax

Been jacked by junkie scum rats

Yo, yo!

Skunk sacks from Hector Crumpax

Been jacked by junkie scum rats