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letra de smoke rings lyrics (feat. del the funky homosapien) - dirty heads

this is ridiculous
i have a sickness
the gr-ss is always greener
i said f-ck it burn the picket fence
pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure mescaline
moody little b-tches i’m force feeding you some estrogen
always keep you wet see mermaid p-ssy
ever seen the movie kids, no legs don’t push me
i am making sculptures you are using plaster
screamin’ while you’re dreaming mcs need a dream catcher
you’re not in my mind you don’t get the concept
you’re not on my level you might need a dub step
walking to the death not joaquin 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 mol-sses quick as a whip
this beats a filthy toilet and i’m the f-cking sh-t

rollin up some gr-ss
call it weed huh
landing on your feet call it speed huh
nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night

my feet walk steady, my heart beats heavy
my well ran dry, had no luck at the levy
i’m lyrically a genus like fergie and jesus
it’s like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my p-n-s
the opposite of cleanest, parallel with p-ssed out
one sip away from running around with my pants down
heavenly i’m underground sound breaking barriers
everybody take cover, danger area
i got a feeling this beats been to h-ll and back
you can see the h-rns sticking straight through my raider cap
smoke rings bellow out the windows of my cadillac
this beats the weed and i’m the f-cking cataract

rollin up some gr-ss call it weed huh
landing on your feet call it speed huh
nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night
nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night

i rap rock my mascot is sasquatch  rap for the have nots
thieves get a pad lock that outta black ball
if not call mattlock i’m a slap box
with yo’ -ss while i snap shots dunces! i think outside the box
and outfox proud c-cks
as soon as the style drops to leave the tile mopped
i’m wild hot
more arms than an octopus
more b-ttons than i can push to ignite your tush
i manufacture the type of goods to keep the africans bootlegging/
the new president new resident in the white house like a night owl with the lights outs
provide the right route 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 yo skin

rollin up some gr-ss
call it weed huh
landing on your feet call it speed huh
nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night
nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night

- dirty heads

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