(No Ratings Yet)Baron Samedi speaking for all the smokers out there. This gem taken from his 2005 mixtape “Animal Rites” This mixtape is not available from Baron himself, but check out his Bandcamp for other sick releases:
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VERSE 1:
BARON SAMEDI
- Raah! I need a cigarette
- I’m just a little stressed
- I’ve reached the point where even petty shit will get me vexed
- So give me that spliff or else I’ll let that red mist descend
- And set a meeting up between fist and head
- Damn right I’m a bit upset
- I had to sip a keg of liquid crystal meth just to get to bed
- Just stick a pack of Nicorette in the blender
- Whizz it up with an egg and drink it up with my breakfast
- It’s messed up
- Even dress my salad with tobacco leaves
- I have my needs – need to smoke a twenty pack to breathe
- In the street, arse hanging out my baggy jeans
- Chasing after my sanity screaming, “Come back to me!”
- Actually, I’ve been trying to quit this vice - shit
- I’ve even tried being hypnotised
- I still smoke but if somebody clicks their fingers twice
- I think that I’m a chicken and flap my limbs in time
- Bill Hicks was right – I’m addicted, I admit it
- Me without a ciggie is like Clark sniffing kryptonite
- But when I’m 65 and the cancer’s got to me
- I’ll still be coughing on this weed through my tracheotomy
INTERLUDE
VERSE 2:
BARON SAMEDI
- Yeah I’ll admit it, it’s a habit
- But dag-nammit I’m a sad addict
- That needs his daily drag or gets mad frantic
- I start to sweat, panic
- Rant and get manic
- Lashing out with random acts of anger that’s satanic
- All these yats, “Urgh, rank! I don’t want to kiss an ashtray”
- That’s OK, I’ll just slip out my dick and point them that way
- ‘Cause in this rat race every man’s lost
- For me a pack of tabs is just another crutch I stand on
- Sometimes I flip ‘em round and smoke ‘em filter first
- Just to get them extra chemicals to hit a nerve
- Then you go into the stage where my fingers burn
- WHEEZING: So I really sound like this but I ain’t concerned
- They said, “Try cold turkey”
- “I don’t like turkey!”
- So I tried cold chicken, but that shit is just not working
- So now when I’m filling out applications
- I’m putting chain smoker down as an occupation
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