Gudm - Pacifist Lyrics

Spliff catalyst
Big lung masochist
Bring a bag of blue I'll make it disappear like magic tricks
Some people always quick to a raise a fist
Could call or fold but nah I'd rather raise a spliff
I'm a pacifist, known for my passiveness
But touch the cannabis and I'm not liable for accidents
They tryna battle me
Always end up with casualties
Always end up catastrophe
Always end up fatality
They beggin' for the run back
Bitch there ain't no comeback
I came here for loot now tell me where yo weed an guns at
They tryna battle me
Always end up in tragedy
They crying but I'm skankin' on em
Yeh I do this casually
They beggin for the run back
Tell me where yo guns at
Nah f*ck all that I brought a flamethrower in my rucksack
Yeh I'm goin stupid
Told you before I'm the big dog like Anubis
"Shut up Gudm you the sad dude that makes music"
Wait who are you? You the sad dude that don't shit
Ooh, I'm chillin'
Charlie Sheen I'm winnin'
Amnesia the stuff I'm billin'
Call me crash the way I'm spinnin'
I be sauced up like a stir fry
But I'm herbed up like I'm grillin'
I be doing good the hero
But I'm armed up like the villain
Bare stuff like batman
I'll still hit em with the backhand
They tryna come with attack plans
But I read they minds like catscans
They see me rollin' with my fat stash
Tryna hangman like Santan
But I'm pulling up like it's gangland
And all you hear is ba ba ba