Witch

(Punk motherfuckers hate Jayda,
Dumb hoes hate Jayda,
Wannabe gangsters hate Jayda,
Everybody hate Jayda
Everybody hate Jayda)

St. Peter crosses on your denim
And you never even knew it

Me and my roll deep,
Roll deep, old Jeep on these rainy cold streets
We ain't shivering
Sniffing coke off the center console,
Upend the bottle
Too fucking cool to defend my honor to anybody
Sitting, joking, and penning lyrics so incoherent,
Broken poetry,
Hit the larynx and leave the lips
General Chaos from Demerol cocktails,
And clear-eyed punks who think they know how my pot smells
Jayda got more names than Satan
Making fun of Reagan and pining for Sarah Palin,
Or Republican dames that I don't even know the name of,
But it's me against the world,
I guess I'll call her Topenga
I'll take a double whiskey with no chaser
Lunacy is my alma-mater, I'm now and later
Haters stuck in the past and I'm fucking blasted
Alabaster dope, girls, and smoke curling up

Three joints rolled,
One for each six, one for each six
One for each six six six
Three joints rolled up,
One for each six, one for each six,
Life is pretty, but she's a-
Three joints rolled,
One for each six, one for each six
One for each six six six
Three joints rolled up,
One for each six, one for each six,
Life is pretty, but she's a witch, though

St. Peter crosses on your denim
And you never even knew it

Me and my niggas roll six six six-
Teen deep, in these rainy cold streets that we're living in
Bitches in the whip blow the cheeba
And then go silent,
That shit's the Mona Lisa
So she tight-lipped
I like em wide-hipped, red-eyed
Sipping on a Dead Guy
No biggie
I ain't even rich, yet I'm classy as a bitch,
In a vintage Members Only
Either jade or granny-smith, I don't know
Passing fifths and plead it
Christian elitists had need not touch
She got spells, I'm hellbound
But better than most
And gone in the morning,
Like the bitch done went to bed with a ghost, so
I'll take a double-whiskey
Catching eyes from the blond, but who's her friend with the titties?
With the titties
So how could I resist?
And I got three joints, one for each six, bitch

Three joints rolled,
One for each six, one for each six
One for each six six six
Three joints rolled up,
One for each six, one for each six,
Life is pretty, but she's a-
Three joints rolled,
One for each six, one for each six
One for each six six six
Three joints rolled up,
One for each six, one for each six,
Life is pretty, but she's a witch, though