Blazin’

Written by Douglas Firestein

My baby girl she is
A precious gemstone
Glimmering in the night
She brings color to my eyes

I wear her bath water
Like designer cologne
Now that I’ve loved her
My heart is a-flutter

But that bitch went crazy
Dropped me for a sucka
Now I’m on a mission
To bury that mutha

Radar’s trackin’
Heat I’m packin’
No telling what I’ll do
Someone’s chokin’
The joint they’re smokin’
Is made up of my pubes

Straight off my nuts
With dingles sprinkled in
Sucka gettin’ high
Blazin’ on my shit

(Buh buh buh blazin’)

My baby girl she is
At a friend’s funeral
The man she left me for
Cos of me he is no more

I try to make her feel loved
But she shrugs me away
She smiles at the young usher
She left me for another

But that bitch went crazy
Dropped me for a sucka
Now I’m on a mission
To bury that mutha

Radar’s trackin’
Heat I’m packin’
No telling what I’ll do
Someone’s chokin’
The joint they’re smokin’
Is made up of my pubes

Straight off my nuts
With dingles sprinkled in
Sucka gettin’ high
Blazin’ on my shit

(Buh buh buh blazin’)

Every single time
She smiles at another guy
I reach into my pants
Then lick my pocket knife
(What the fuck??)

Radar’s trackin’
Heat I’m packin’
No telling what I’ll do
Someone’s chokin’
The joint they’re smokin’
Is made up of my pubes

Straight off my nuts
With dingles sprinkled in
Sucka gettin’ high
Blazin’ on my shit

(Buh buh buh blazin’)