Why do people always wanna know about Richter?
What I do at home, how much I really smoke
If I really got as many bongs as I claim
If my bark’s about drinkin` just a game, well, listen up

Drinkin` Vodka, Blue Label, Smirnoff on the rocks
Wishin` I had my sack but I left it a Pak’s
Vape rips got me trippin`, s**t, I almost got lost
Walkin’ up to my own crib comin` from the garage

But the night ain`t over yet I got places to go
Hit the bar to get faded but I needed some more
I told him make sure it`s mean but when he brought my bag of green
It was the B.C. so I only got phaze know what I mean

If you don’t that`s new lingo a phazers an eighth
I don’t get more than an eighth if there ain’t crip out on the plate
New saying it`s not crip doesn’t mean that it ain`t kind
It just means the herb you got ain`t close to half as good as mine

That`s right the truth hurts but not as bad as the dirt
Comin` up through your throat when you choke and that`s my word
Damn that s**t burns I don’t even like to think, about the Kottonmouth
You’d suffer if you didn’t have a drink

`Cause these are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I tell
People ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell

Wake up when I want `cause that`s the life I lead
Out every night takin` trips every week
Hangin` out with my peeps just livin` the life
Only smokin` outta glass while you hittin` metal pipes

International flights, passport gettin` filled
You know the show’ll be tight if KMK’s on the bill
Punk, rock, hip hop, pits never seem to stop
When the crowds gettin` tired it`s their heads that bob

I got a job but I ain`t callin` it work
Gettin` paid to smoke herb ain`t work it`s absurd
Kottonmouth Kings taken over this millennium
Suburban Noize family I know you will be feelin` `em

Comin` out your stereo or seein` us on stage
Leavin` thousands astonished, leavin` ladies in a daze
People shocked and amazed the weak hearted seem to faint
When they take one hit off of Johnny Richter’s dank

`Cause I keep goin`, continuously flowin`
Like the wrappers on my condoms people say that I am golden
I`ve been flowin` like my hydro when I wow those near and far
I`d rather have 10 pounds of chronic then a fancy f**kin` car

`Cause these are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I tell
People ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell

`Cause these are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I tell
People ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell

Stumble in the front door throw my jacket on the ground
Looked left, looked right, s**t, I looked all around
The house was all quiet didn’t hear a single sound
Grabbed a bottle of Bacardi and proceeded to pound

About a quarter way through `bout 11:32
Headed to Del Taco `cause I need to get some food
If not I`m gonna puke and I don`t want that
Shouldn’t of drank 20 beers, shouldn’t have smoked 10 bats

Couldn’t relax, that is my stomach of course
S**t was comin` up fast and it was chargin` with force
Flew past my vocal cords quickly approaching my teeth
Throwin` up every color red, yellow, orange, green

There it was for me to see right in front of my eyes
A burrito two tacos and my chill cheese fries
Now there’s a lesson to learn if you listen right here
Beer, liquor, never sicker, liquor, beer, you in the clear

`Cause these are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I tell
People ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell

Don`t worry about it
Johnny Richter out smoking the f**king planet all day long
Don`t forget I was a underage alcoholic before you were tasting a bong
Been smoking for a decade, got ten years under my belt
And I ain`t even 24
Don`t worry about it

Devastating to your ear
Devastating to your ear
Devastating to your ear