* parody of LL Cool J`s `;I Need Love`;
When I come home from work
I`m fiendin` for an eight-ball
I got crack on my mind
I`m hearing cocaine call
Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
Keep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I don`t use drugs
There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn
I couldn`t breathe but I`m still thinking about the next gram
It`s Friday night and I`m not trying to leave my crib doped
I`ll kill myself while the dealer`s eating Japanese food
I ain`t got no pride, I`m buying this shit
I`m lying to myself telling the runner I`m trying to quit
It`s all make believe, I pretend that I`m ??
When you give me credit, I`m dodging you every chance that I get
Even if its good, I`ll sniff it up in a minute
Beep you back complain that you put too much cut in it
If you fall for that and bring me a new sack
I`ll be making more crazy faces than Jim Carrey on crack
Cuz yo I`m ripped, I owe you loot
Plus I annoy you
I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you
I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill
Yo I`ll you we`re friends and we don`t even chill
I need drugs
I need drugs
Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet
I need to find me a crack pipe and I`m complete
I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle
Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle
Yo I can`t front - I got dope in my spleen
And I`m telling everyone at this N.A. meeting I`m thirty days clean
I won`t die even with tuberculosis
I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage
You could find me at Brighton Beach or Coney Island
Or Rikers Island
My crack pip
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