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Smoke Rings (Feat. Del The Funky Homosapien)[Del tha Funky Homosapien:]You're right, I am a rotten bastard. I admit it. But I'll tell you something. Even though I've got a lot of hate inside, I've got some friends who ain't got hate inside. They're filled with nothing but love. Their only crime is growing their hair long, smoking a little grass and can get high, lookin' to the stars at night. [Dirty J:] This is ridiculous, I have a sickness The grass is always greener, I said fuck it burn the picket fence Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine Moody little bitches I'm force-feeding you some estrogen Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy Ever seen the movie "Kids", no legs, don't push me I am making sculptures, you are using plaster Screaming while your dreaming MCs need a dream catcher You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept You're not on my level, you might need a dub-step Walking to the death, not walking with a cleft, Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it The smell is your upper lip, And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship, Slow as molasses, quick as a whip This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the fucking shit Rollin' up some grass call it weed, huh? Landin' on your feet call it speed, huh? Nothin' but love can get high up as the stars at night [Dubby B:] My feet rock steady, my heart beats heavy My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy I'm lyrically a genius like Fergie and Jesus It's like a lightning bolt hit the tip of my penis The opposite of cleanest, parallel with passed out One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down Apparently I'm underground, sound-breaking barriers Everybody take cover, danger area I got a feeling this beat's been to Hell and back You can see the hole sticking straight through my Raider cap Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac This beat is the weed, and I'm the fucking cataract Rollin' up some grass call it weed, huh? Landin' on your feet call it speed, huh? Nothin' but love can get high up as the stars at night Nothin' but love can get high up as the stars at night [Del tha Funky Homosapien:] Thieves are like rap rock. Our mascot is Sasquatch Rap for the have-nots, thieves get a padlock That, all a black ball if not call Mattlock I'mma slap box with your ass while I snap shots Dunces that think outside the box and outfox proud cocks As soon as the style drops, I'll leave your tile mopped I'm wild high, more arms than an octopus More buttons than I could push, to ignite the tush I manufacture the type of goods that keep the Africans bootlegging the new President, New resident in the White House Like a night owl with the lights out, provide the right rout Parasites pounce and nibble on whatever they can fiddle with Which ain't much, 'cause they illiterate Hit ya like a dirty syringe from a personal friend Thirty shurikens, inserting inside your skin Rollin' up some grass call it weed, huh? Landin' on your feet call it speed, huh? Nothin' but love can get high up as the stars at night Nothin' but love can get high up as the stars at night |