Texty:
Lords Of Acid Get Up Get High

Victim of the night On the altar a virgin died High, high, high We're jumping up in the sky. High, high, high Getting high, getting high, getting high

these tracks we can't list em, ditch em. fuck em, reluctant to kick bullshit put the fold it like the narrows wearing sombrero chip up the weapons blowing up

i made ill mater of my family nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord ask whats up nigga, two plus four cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick roll up

to stay up late, oh yeah Don't wanna see the sun 'cause it hurts their eyes Sleep the day away, come out at night Pick up strangers, gotta get laid Before

the rest up When you finish clean the mess up, press up Metaphor acid burn yo chest up Who's the next up to be the fool to get the boxcutter X-er Throwin

me man, while we conquor this Earth Squeezing pennies out this thing called rap for what it's worth I'mma still get by The worst will bet ya, is this money or love Wild bout will get

get at these niggaz) Yeah! [Busta Rhymes] Now watch me back your shit up, I hope your people pull up And pick up and pack your shit up, homey, it's time

ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug you 'bout to die thug! Call the President I'm blowin' up ya residence spill acid on the corpse

Lord!) For lettin' me live another day! Hey! hey! [Verse 1:] Nigger I'm high, nigger you high. (uh huh) lets get high in the motherfucking sky! Watch