Eminem - Must Be the Ganja lyrics

Yeah, ohh, yeah yeah, ohh
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

Okay, here we go, do-re-mi-fa-so
Fa-so la-ti da-so
Lyrical Roscoe, kick back the Tabasco
You motherfuckers must just not
Know the tick-tock, so
Time to show you the most
Kick-ass flow in the cosmos
Picasso with a pick-axe, a sick asshole
Tic tac-toe 'cross your six pack with X-acto
Knives, stranglin' wives with thick lasso
Big bags of 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 wanna try this at home
My lil' vato this is neither the time nor
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 that you wake the fuck up
Smell the pot smoke

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

Your dreams are gettin' fulfilled, ooh
I'm literally gettin' a chill
Spittin' at will, me and Dre have just
Finished splittin' a pill
You're submittin' to skill, sittin' still
I'm admittin' I'm beginnin' to feel like
I don't think anyone's real
Faced with a dilemma: I can be Dalai Lama
And be calm or bring drama
A step beyond of Jeffrey Dahmer
Please don't upset me, mama
You're lookin' sexy, mama
Don't know if it's the lala
Or the rum and Pepsi, mama
Don't wanna end up inside
My refrigerator freezer
Be used as extra topping the next
Time I make a pizza
How many people you know who
Can name every serial
Killer who ever existed in a row?
Put 'em in chronological order
Beginnin' 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
How they attacked the victim
Say which murder weapon was used to
Do what in which one
Which knife and which gun
What kid, what wife, and which nun
Don't stop, I like this, it's fun
The fuckin' night's just begun

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

When I'm behind the mic
Dynamite's what it's kinda like
You're stuck with the same stick
That you're tryna light
Behind the board sit's 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 LinnDrum
Make up a beat and cure the sucker syndrome
The spinnin' drum when it comes
To lyrics and pennin' some
Startin' from scratch and then endin'
Up at the ending of
Capable of winnin' a Pulitzer
So unbelievable
It's a titanium cranium that's full of sur–
–prises 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 drinking

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