My Napsack

[Verse 1: Majik Panda] Hey yo 666 kids, that's my clique it's Horus of course, you know I'm down with the sick kids I smoke a pound of the sick ish, I'm on the mound I ain't fucking around this ain't a pinch-hit So listen dip-shits I got a six speed I'm spinning through the city, they finna hit me Do I hit trees? Do you get these bars that I'm laying out Cars that be playing out same shit, same song Broads they be laying out, too late we staying out It's the return of the...aw wait he sounds like Snoop Dogg Naw I don't sound like Snoop Dogg Snoop Dogg sounds like Snoop Dogg Tell the truth dog, think your wife needs a hug Yeah she got a boob job and that tube tops Looking real snug like a tube sock Think you're 2pac but you're too soft Ice cream rappers I scream after hearing this shit There's no way I'm hearing this shit Naw it's Whacking Day, you're wacker than fuck Please back away, from the mic for a minute Yeah I might for a minute then I'm back Mike Tyson I fight when I'm in it gotta light for a minute Where my napsack at? I gotta pack that bitch before I rap I'll pitch before I'm back You see that dude in the fitted cap? Selling mushrooms finna get at that There ain't much room but I'm thinking I'm a get a cap Throw it in my napsack zoom then I'm in the back room Vacuum the kanna, half and half with marijuana