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letra de blunt gutz - isolated beingz

[intro]
king ruthless! 2-face! and that motherf-cker hex! you ain’t smokin’ like the wicked sindicate! you ain’t rollin’ like this b-tch!

[chorus: ruthless rob]
i need to get high ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with a dumb sl-t
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
the weed man brings my sh-t in a dump truck
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
every time i light a blunt while you holler what’s up
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
smoke you ’til i die, homie, i can never get enough
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts

[post-chorus: 2-face]
watch how i roll this blunt
bring a hundred sack ’cause i do not front
i smoke me, you can suck my nuts
with a fl!ck of my wrist you can be blunt guts (blunt guts)

[verse 1: ruthless rob & 2-face]
they call me sir smoke-a-lot ’cause you know i got
pounds of that ass grass, others call it pot
you f-ckin’ with my marijuana, you might get shot
i heard you won a 20 sack, beep me in the parking lot
b-tch you bеtter stop smoking on my herb
i’ll beat you to thе streets, make you bite the f-ckin’ curb
and that’s my f-ckin’ word, dude, your ass is out of luck
f-ckin’ with my mary jane, i might flip and go nuts
i put you in a woodchipper, turn your ass to blunt guts
ruthless got no time for you dumbf-cks
isolated beingz got that sh-t that make you want to quit
take another hit, b-tch, suck my d-ck, where’s my big spliff?
yo, i roll a blunt quick and take a big hit
my raps be sick and i be on that slangin’ sh-t
grindin’ like a detour, i hit you with this skateboard
the blunt guts will pour as i send you to your f-ckin’ lord
[chorus: ruthless rob]
i need to get high ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with a dumb sl-t
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
the weed man brings my sh-t in a dump truck
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
every time i light a blunt while you holler what’s up
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
smoke you ’til i die, homie, i can never get enough
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts

[post-chorus: 2-face]
watch how i roll this blunt
bring a hundred sack ’cause i do not front
i smoke me, you can suck my nuts
with a fl!ck of my wrist you can be blunt guts (blunt guts)

[verse 2: hex1134]
litted and hitted, i’m blunted dumpin’ out their guts
flippin’ and rippin’ a rhyme on time, i’m sippin’ on the suds
takin’ it back and i blaze a sack, spinnin’ like a laundromat
takin’ ’em to the sound surround at night, i like to prowl
high up like an owl in a dead tree, it’s deadly
the nightshade a tight shave layin’ in a nice grave
as the light fades and i light a blunt i’m ’bout to bury ’em
i’m lurkin’ up in the shadow rappin’, dumpin’ up out their guts
takin’ a bump and i raise it up, i’m hazy in the cut
psycho weed smoked and i’m crazy with a blunt
dump it out and i’m runnin’ out, i’m takin’ it to the dome again
and ain’t n0body able to find me in the zone i’m rollin’ in
comin’ up out the weed smoke, it’s hotter than a heatstroke
takin’ three tokes, i got more trees than oak
drag it, then i fold it, hold it, roll it, then i take a puff
leavin’ your bloodstains on the ground with the blunt guts
[chorus: ruthless rob]
i need to get high ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with a dumb sl-t
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
the weed man brings my sh-t in a dump truck
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
every time i light a blunt while you holler what’s up
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
smoke you ’til i die, homie, i can never get enough
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts

[post-chorus: 2-face]
watch how i roll this blunt
bring a hundred sack ’cause i do not front
i smoke me, you can suck my nuts
with a fl!ck of my wrist you can be blunt guts (blunt guts)

[verse 3: hex1134, 2-face, & ruthless rob]
i feel at ease with the herb, f-ck what you heard, we flip them birds my blunts they big and brown, they look like t-rds
absurd, the way i smoke, i ain’t no joke
i toke and f-ckin’ choke until i’m broke
doped up, roll it up, hit that sh-t, pass it
b-tch, i can’t quit until i’m six feet in my casket
ate by the maggots or devoured by flies
i keep this bad habit ’til the day that i die
take a big drag from a zigzag plus i skip facts
forty ounces still reserved, brought a six pack
b-tches know i’m still jacked, what the f-ck? get back
you f-ck around with me and i’ma sell you a skip sack
i need a bag, i need some green, i’m a fiend
a horror dream, i’m a f-ckin’ isolated being
f-ck the mainstream, i’ma stab you with my green thumb
vested with my crops and you’ll get that ass hung
[chorus: ruthless rob]
i need to get high ’cause i’m f-ckin’ with a dumb sl-t
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
the weed man brings my sh-t in a dump truck
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
every time i light a blunt while you holler what’s up
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts
smoke you ’til i die, homie, i can never get enough
i smoke your ass and i turn you into blunt guts

[post-chorus: 2-face]
watch how i roll this blunt
bring a hundred sack ’cause i do not front
i smoke me, you can suck my nuts
with a fl!ck of my wrist you can be blunt guts (blunt guts)

- isolated beingz

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