Video de Electric Kool-Aid

[Intro]
“I make motion pictures, space movies. You like space?”
(I’m a crackhead, crackhead)
“I film in Los Angeles, named my company Dollar Mafia.”
(I’m a crackhead, crackhead)
“Cracker Feather Pictures Fosby, three yellow men treating her company”
(I’m a crackhead, crackhead)
“Three trillionaires. You gotta think big. Big!”
(I’m a crackhead, crackhead)
[Verse 1]
I’m up early in the A.M. morning wake up, but what’s up?
It ain’t a note, gotta get rid of all these bed bugs (Oh)
On they way out, they carpet picking to the door
Searching for them kibbles and bits but hoping to find that bobo (Oh)
Fuck up my crib, I’m on a mission to cop some new addition
You might be thinking a box of tissue, nah bitch, need a biscuit
I ain’t no Kingon, puffer, beemer, or cluck, what’s up?
Not a crackerjack either (Nope!) but love to get weightless as fuck (Yup!)
It’s all about the beautiful apple jacks, hotcakes, and base
I hold up with a rocket and smoke a whole fucking cake
I hit up the spot, gotta get a [?] Bill Blass
We’ll see how long that shit lasts when I get to the haugh and in that ass
[Chorus]
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in-in-in-in-in-in-in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in-in-in-in-in-in-in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (I need it!)
[Post-Chorus]
(Hit-hit-hit a crack of this)
"Ketchup and mustard, bitch! You fucked up!"
(Hit-hit-hit a crack of this)
"Go tell your aunt! This is my shit you’re on!"
(Hit-hit-hit a crack, hit-hit-hit a crack)
"Crack ain’t wack; it’s you that’s wack!"
(Hit-hit-hit a crack of this)
"Try it out for size! Yeah!"
[Verse 2]
Copped from the D boy, I’m back in the club
Whippin’ half in the jumbo, you know what’s up (Yup)
Pop out the rocket top, grab the torch
‘Bout to blast off to the moon from my back porch (Blast off)
Pack my stem, overflowin’ spaceship (Shit)
Flamed the glass and hailed blowout greatness
C, jacks, hail, get me next to the Big Dipper
Got two hoes to toss up the candy slipper
Told that ho I ain’t down with the heroin
Strawberry can stay, but you get the fuck on
I’m laid out, smoked out with a buffer
Pulled out my non-glass dick and stuck it up her
[Chorus]
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in-in-in-in-in-in-in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in-in-in-in-in-in-in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
(More! More! More!) Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
(More! More! More!) Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
(More! More! More!) Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
(More! More! More!) Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
(More! More! More!) Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
(More! More! More!) Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
(More! More! More!) Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
(More! More! More!) Just gimme just one more hit (I need it!)
[Post-Chorus]
(I like gettin’ high. I like gettin’ high)
"I run this shit, what’s up? I got them pipes and change"
"U.S. Marshal, Randy Dundun, he blew my cover"
(I like gettin’ high. I like gettin’ high)
"You just keep that for your positive views. Now, what’s up?"
"My rocks? Oh shit, one my Pizza Hut professor got a jersey for"
[Verse 3]
Still chillin’ in my digs in my blew-out whitey tighties
Got balls reduced to chromes, not out, but shit I might be
So I find the horn, I pick it up and I dial
Hit the candy man up, he said no sweat but it’ll be a while
He pickin’ up that schoolcraft, from Southfield Schoolcraft
Once he scoop up, that Top Gun’ll hit me back
Fuck that, piano in the floor, water off, searching for bees
Steady peepin’ for gravel, with my high beans
Next thing I know, there be more bustin’ out my bedroom
The bitch was bogartin’ a big-ass boulder of that troop
I ain’t called Bazooka Joey for nothing, and let me tell you why
Rocky III, bitch boy, I like to get high! (Yes!)
[Chorus]
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in-in-in-in-in-in-in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
It’s kickin’ in. It’s kickin’ in-in-in-in-in-in-in *cough*
(Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack crack)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit (One more!)
Oh please, oh please, oh please (Oh please!)
Just gimme just one more hit! (I need it!)
[Outro]
“Crack is the rock version of cocaine. Dealers often take cocaine in its powdered form, then dilute it with baking soda and cook it into rocks that they sell at a lower rate. In some areas, crack is available for five dollars per rock, making it extremely affordable for teens.”