Uploaded April 2016 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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No choice in wild boys
To the medicine a Jojo
Flowers of evil
For spoiling myselfshow

I get up in the streetdust of sidestreets
Hey buddy, i get up like i shoot
I take my bombito high on the rooftops
And than i feel suprisingly good

Wild acts as criminals
Sweeter than a hundered cops
Wait in front and look for me
I found myself steppin’out on pops

For every high a Dollar
For every plummer a high
Hey honey, do the fun wit medicine Yin Yang
Eat your pie before you die

Pop it in
Pop it out
Pop it down and out and up and down
Wont you you pop that thing?
Pop it in
Pop it out
Pop it down and out
Wont you pop that thing?
I can’t get it up rollin’without bust
I can’t get i tip runnin’without rust

Mix the powder of rearrange
In the palm of my hand
Ofcourse you know
I’m spoiling myself
Don’t try to understand

Copping, poppers, some DMT
Starting with the colors of STP
You wanne get straight and live by the pil
I see you honey, jumping over that hill

I feel like a steamy train
A million mother years behind me
I feel like a horny tiger
The music is cooking inside me

I feel like a hitchhike doctor
High on LSD25
I feel like i’m a warrior medicine man
Trying to get the best out of life