Sticky Icky Situation Lyrics - Anybody Killa

(Anybody Killa) 

My teacher always said I wouldn't be nothing 

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

Sometimes I feel like a nut 

Running through the neighborhood tearing shit up 

Straight jacking mothafuckas just to smoke a blunt 

Sometimes I feel that my head fucked up 

And it really sucks 

I hear voices telling me to do it (Do it) 

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

Turning back on the gat, and I stole me an ounce 

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

Do I smoke to much cause I choke to much? 

Are you mad cause I keep stealing your roaches? 

Yo Mike P (Yo what's up?) 

Turn my headphones up 

Rudeboy got me stoned from the sticky stuff 

Weed fucking with my head, man I'm to damn high 

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

Man I can smell it in yo pocket (What's that smell? Roll it up) 

Sandwich bag filled up but you ain't got enough 

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

Cause when a drought comes he might be yo main supply 

Me and J steady smoking pounds 

So at least have a sack when you see us around 

Like you ain't heard man we flipping the scripts 

So unlock yo ziplock and let me grab us a spliff 

(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, A-B-K 

And we got Esham and Violent J 

Juggalos outside in the parking lot 

Because ya'll know how we spark a lot 

Got the Faygo Cola with the Vodka twist 

And when we all get together we see diamond mist 

(Violent J) 

I can smoke a stick of dinomite and not be dead 

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, I 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 rhyme 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 dees 

I like G's, I'm a cereal please 

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 parting your hair 

I'm a Southwest gangbang gangsta boy 

Zug Island, Del Ray, I used to toy 

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

Until you out like quamay's pokadots 

I'm trying to smoke a litte something for my dawgs who smoke 

They only ? and stress because they all to broke 

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

Blowing Indian Tubleweed, we bitch booty feelas 

Ghetto scrubs flipping nubs at thugs 

We drown faggots in Faygo tubs and eating dead bugs 

I'm trying to say anything that rhymes 

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

(Blaze Ya Dead Homie) 

Break it down and roll it up, smoking blunts all night 

As it take to hit it to hard, the weeds that tight 

Sticky icky situations, dehydrated 

Cotton mouth creeping, the gang got me faded 

(Esham) 

I'm in the water with the sharks bleeding 

That's why I be a killa for no reason, speeding 

My flows dope like OZ's and crush pounds and trees and 

I'm all season 

Veteran, no one does it better than they (We) 

E and J, ABK 

And that's my man and them (What's up?) 

And I always blow ? with them 

Detroit playas to advanced for them 

We buying out the bar we don't dance with them 

So if you ever get a chance to glance at them 

Baby boy say holla back, answer him 

H-u-s-t-l-e-r 

Yes that's what the hell we are 

See, me and Blaze, wicked ways 

Full body armor, 5000 rounds and about 2k's 

I can walk on water, spit fire and ice 

Chinese secrets making wine from rice 

Still shoot dice up against the wall 

So nice, still f-u-c-k the po-lice 

Think twice like the 3 blind mice 

But don't give me no advice 

I shine like crystals in the jewelry heist 

And still pimp hoes like Heidi Fleiss