Dopehead - Slaine, Jaysaun

Sniveling whimpering crying ass junkie

White on white sneakers, yellow teeth honky

Early in the morning for your dose

Off for the day with your North Shore ho

That bitch is gross

She’s your road dog, dog you’s a boosting

Herb with the cokeheads bumping Whitney Houston

Stole an iPod always look in truth and

Dude get a month clean then he starts juicing

Nothing these days worse than a dopehead

Up with the birds chirp calling up Lopez

Riding 'round the projects on a little moped

Kid not knowing if imprints on his forehead

It used to make me sad but now it makes me sick

Cause everywhere I go I got these cowards on my dick

Posing for a flick trying to work before a stick

You might think I’m wrong for this but I’m certainly correct

You’s a dopehead

Stevie got a TV that he’s selling and a DVD

Player plus he’s yelling 'bout a VD

That he thinks he caught from Ellen who’s a seedy whore

He met at the CD store

They keep on beefing what they should sell the TV for

He’s getting queasy cause the ouija board

Says she’s gonna dump him

But it still won’t say who she leaves him for

He asked the fucking thing a week or more ago

And it still won’t tell him

God damn it Puerto Rican George

Oir, hola, we want that harina

Don’t look at my girl, act like you never seen her

Give up the raw chunky

Called him a porch monkey

Vince he’s leaving bean town straight for Orange County

Robbing the dopeman is brilliant when you’re dope sick

It happens to them twice a week

They just fucking cope with it

Two days pass and they call him again

Call him a friend with some brand new dollars to spend

I got these dopeheads calling me trading a stolen pistol

But I don’t got no more dope, I just got a fistful

Of Methamphetamine Crystal Meth

That I nicknamed Rick James and this bitch refs

Like two sewer rats swimming laps in a cess pool

Smells like death, rotten flesh mixed with vegetables

I mean they both gross wrinkled like old folks

I don’t want a pitbull, I don’t need a gold rope

Wish I never sold dope, wish I just sold coke

Bleeding cause your veins ain’t healing that’s no joke

Calling me at four in the morning from a payphone

Why don’t you two broke motherfuckers just stay home

I told you I don’t sell 'em stop asking to buy nickels

Holding two house speakers tweaking on a bicycle

And that’s they vacation, what I’ma do

With these two scratched games for Playstation 2