Must Be The Ganja - Eminem

Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing I feel like dancing

I smell something in the air that's making me (high)
I said I smell something in the air that's making me high

OK here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so, fa-so-la-ti-da so
Lyrical rosco, give back the tobasco
You mother f_ckers must just not know the tic toc song
Time to show you the most kick ass flow in the cosmos

Picasso with a pick axe a sick asshole
tac toe frozen six pack with exacto
Knives, strangling wives with thick lasso
Few bags of the the grass, zig zags, I'm with the doc so

You know how that go, skull and the crossbones
This is poison, to boys and girls who do not know
You do not want to try this at home my little vato
This is neither the time or the place to get macho

So crack a six pack, sit back with some nachos
Maybe some popcorn, and watch the show and just rock slow
It's not what you expected, nor what you thought so
Bout time to you wake the f_ck up smell the pot smoke

It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

Your dreams are getting fulfilled, oh I'm literally getting the chills.
Spitting at will, me and Dre have just finished splitting a pill
You're submitting to skill, sitting still, I'm admitting, I'm beginning to feel
Like I don't think anyone's real,
Faced with a dilemma, I can be Dali Llama and become a bin gramma a step beyond a Jeffrey Dahmer

Please don't upset me mama, you lookin sexy mama,
Don't know if this the lala or the rum and Pepsi mama
Don't want to end up inside my refrigerator freezer,
Be used as extra topping the next time I make a pizza

How many people you know can name every serial killer who ever existed in a row,
Put em in chronological order beginning with Jack the Ripper,
Name the time and place from the body the bag the zipper,
Location of the woods where the body was dragged and then dumped,
The trunk that they were stuffed in, the model the make the plate
And which model which lake they found her in,
And how they attacked the victim,
Say which murder weapon was used to do what and which one,
Which knife and which gun, what kid what wife and which nun,
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun, the f_cking nights just begun

It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

When I'm behind a mic dynamite is what it's kinda like
Get stuck with that same stick that you're trying to light
Behind the boards is Dre, legends are made this way
Isn't it safe to say, this is the way it should be?
Maybe you need some lyric syrup serum for your symptoms
Here's a dosage of the antidote now you give him some,
He can give her some, she can give them some
Get behind a lynn drum, make up a beat and kill the s_cker syndrome
You're spitting drama when it comes to lyrics and penance I'm
Starting from scratch and then ending up at the end ending up
Capable of bringing a bullets a stillunbelievable bullets a Titanium brain that's full of, surprises
When the smoke rises right before your very own eyes
You stare into your stereos high
Good evening, this isn't even a weed thing,
I ain't even smoke anything, I ain't even drink anything

It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

It must be the ganja It's the marijuana
That's creeping up on me while I'm so high
Maybe it's the Hindi that has gotten in me
Whatever's gotten into me I don't mind

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