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letra de elephant ear - boxguts

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rolling in fronto’s like smoking f-cking blunts for practically free
that’s an elephant ear size natural tobacco leaf
and it’s only 2 dollars to cop a bag that should last you a week
all you gotta do after is wrap your tree with sprinkle a little hash and kief
[2x]

broke as a joke though, and that’s not funny
cuz yo i’ll sort your insides out to some foreign organ-dealers for money

wanna go pour myself out of this inhumane human world captive in a fat cunny
but i love to feast with her too much
guts is just that universally hungry
eat ’em up enough money
burping up their guts from tummy
but burn this much sour, and you’ll definitely get a whole lot more of the munchies
(what’s that skunk? a skunk.)
i’ll crash the beat into a pile of beef and sleep lovely
i know that’s f-cked up of me
(that’s f-cked up)

all these people on drugs and sh-t, eating bugs and sh-t
we got snakes on stage, man f-ck the pits
oh for sure i’m a radio-show stopper
fishing into thick skinned crowds rigging with rigid hooks out just looking at dipping bobbers
[2x]

kitchen sink is stinking up the whole place
like my dad’s old hockey skates, open holes near the toes with those rotten laces
so rank, but then again so is my dank
wanna stock of up whole lots of haze
well i can see the stock is deez is rising by the day
and can’t help but notice those sensi highs at times
will move at a wildly different slow pace
along with other indica and sativa dominant strains
ohh they activate, gotta have an ill -ssortment kid
just p-ss that j
i lay it all out on the table like what do these invading ants want
need to have enough kief made for a sand storm
phat tag, my hand’s strong
but feet don’t want to hold me up no more
getting too heavy to top rock
12 ounce teppanyaki steak chops chomped
then pop shrimp n ramen in water atop my sizzling hot wok
mixing in p-ssy frog broth, sh-t breath boy
saw through cannon fodder from a dock at the gods pond
where bombs dropped til loch ness monster’s bottomless bog frothed
(all red, ohh yeah)

all these people on drugs and sh-t, eating bugs and sh-t
we got snakes on stage, man f-ck the pits
oh for sure i’m a radio-show stopper
fishing into thick skinned crowds rigging with rigid hooks out just looking at dipping bobbers

“born in america…”

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