Drug Abusage

Yo Pour the pitcher I'm the catcher J. D. Salinger You the chump, face the champ your man's a challenger Poo and Booka Watu Penda Pesa, say boss didn't pay us I heard he saw clips But I don't clap them shits I know about three or four who will give your ass Six rounds of applause It's futile to haggle a contract clause We only obey laws that coincide with the ones we make If the Yeager don't kill me, the Goldschläger may I plan to leave Las Vegas with seventeen geese Sugar abuse yields mad tooth decay Fools sniff cocaine And those who spark bowls with butane Have merely been tricked into a habit that's hard to kick But who invented the recipe? He got expelled before his mind could grasp chemistry Enemies of best friends of me God only knows what makes me tick, Christ only tells me what to think Spiru-Tein in my morning drink Jack and Coke for the brunch one Maybe it a Heiney for lunch, make it a tall one Put me on the guest list plus one So me and B can drink till' the fuckin' cows come Hey kids don't follow that dope Zoloft, Celexa, Prozac the heck with ya Self medicated equals less frustrated When I see a Now or Later, I annihilate it Sugar kills too, ask a diabetic Flow's sick beat's pathetic One and twos and copesthetic Old beats deaded