Sticky Icky Situation Lyrics - Abk

[Verse 1: Anybody Killa] 

My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothin' 

So I met him in the parking lot said "I'ma killer" and then I rushed him 

Sometimes I feel like a nut 

Runnin' through the neighborhood, tearin' shit up 

Straight jackin' motherfuckers just to smoke a blunt 

Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up, and it really sucks 

I hear voices tellin' me to do it (Do it) 

How would you act if you had to live through it? 

Turnin' back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce 

Now I'm addicted to the sound of a head gettin' whacked 

Do I smoke too much, cause I choke too much? 

Are you mad cause I keep stealin' your roaches bro 

Yo Mike P! (Yo what's up?) Turn my headphones up 

Rude Boy got me stoned from the sticky stuff 

Weed's fuckin' with my head, man I'm too damn high 

Yo Violent J, you want the rest? (Show you right!) 

Man I can smell it in yo pocket (Roll it up) 

Sandwich bag filled up like you ain't got enough 

Always smoke with your road dogs, don't be shy 

Cause when a drought comes, he might be yo main supply 

Me and J steady smokin' pounds 

So at least have a sack when you see us around (Biatch!) 

Like you ain't heard, man we flippin' the scripts 

So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff 

Lyrics 

[Verse 2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] 

When I pass it to you, bitch pass it back 

Bitches don't smoke for free, where the ass be at? 

B-L-A-Z-E, ABK 

And we got Esham and Violent J 

Juggalos outside in the parking lot 

Because y'all know how we get sparked a lot 

Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist 

And when we all get together we see diamond mist 

[Verse 3: Violent J] 

I could smoke a stick of dynamite and not be dead (POP!) 

I like it cause it fuck with my head 

I stay weeded indeed, a killa need it 

I can eat it to feed it, proceed and keep it heated 

Now who the fuck don't like my flow? 

You ain't heard my words will make the beard of a wiseman grow 

Hydro, in a good way it fuck with my head 

And without it you fucks would be dead 

I rhymed dead and head for the 17th time 

We double team rhymes, ABK and Violent J 

If I loved Shaggy anymore I'd have to be gay 

In Californ-i-a, they pull they socks to they knees 

NIA, Ninjas In Action we be deez 

I like cheese, I'm a serial pleez 

I bitch slap fans cause I be a dick like that 

I get wicked-wicky-wicky rhymes sick like that 

I'm fat and fuzzy and I smell like weed everywhere 

My homies call me Smokey The Bear 

Tell that pokey beware, don't come near here 

Don't dare, unless you wanna see my axe buddy partin' your hair 

I'm a Southwest gang bang gangsta boy 

Zug Island, Del Ray I aint's ta toy 

My boy Nate's the boy, my whole crew busts shots 

Until you out like quamay's pokadots 

I'm tryin' to smoke a litte somethin' for my dogs who smoke 

They only cessed and stressed cause they all too broke 

I'm like "bew-bew-bew-bew-bew" with the Anybody Killa 

Blowin' Indian tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas 

Ghetto scrubs flippin' nubs at thugs 

We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eatin' dead bugs (Ew!) 

I'm tryin' to say anything that rhymes 

So I can fuck with your head like the cess do mine 

[Hook x2: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] 

Break it down and roll it up, smokin' blunts all night 

Hesitate to hit it too hard, the weed's that tight 

Sticky icky situations, dehydrated 

Cottonmouth creepin', the game got me faded