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letra de smokin’ with the devil - smokehouse junkiez

[verse 1: dubb sicc]
it’s his night, and he brought h-ll’s crops
jars packed tight with nothing but tops
hey, satan, devil, lucifer, whatever
i see you brought some tree, but i think my weed is better
you can try to smoke with the best in the midwest
your fire don’t scare me with this flame in my chest
breathe it in deep, hold your breath, quit twitchin’
roach clique smoke triple six into submission
h-ll gets hot, but our blunts keep blazing
smell this pot, son, it’s f-ckin’ amazing
so you better step your game up when you smokin’ with a junkie
still only fiend for weed that be stankin’ skunky
hades terrified, not sure heaven wants me
reppin’ 517, and i’m right where i wanna be
more than meets the eye inside my mind
now we gotta smoke the devil out one more time

[chorus]
(we smokin’ with the devil) h-ll’s weed ain’t sh-t
(we smokin’ with the devil) here’s ours, take a hit
(we smokin’ with the devil) smoked him out like a b-tch
(we smokin’ with the devil) he can’t see the roach clique
(we smokin’ with the devil) h-ll’s weed ain’t sh-t
(we smokin’ with the devil) here’s ours, take a hit
(we smokin’ with the devil) smoked him out like a b-tch
(we smokin’ with the devil) he can’t see the roach clique
[verse 2: jaqadeliq]
his day is here, so i’m looking for his ass
i ain’t seen him in a while, but we go way back
he’s the dark prince, god’s light ain’t sh-t to him
but i know that he’s a b-tch ’cause back in ’99 i pimped him
i used to call him lucy ’cause he’s such a f-ckin’ punk
he almost had a seizure every time he smoked my skunk
but i heard through the grapevine that he been growing dro
and poof, he appeared in a cloud of red smoke
i said, i know your weed ain’t f-ckin’ with mine
he said he calls his tree the cross, and he burns it all the time
it’s time to get to smoking then, so roll it up, devil
you’ll have to smoke a pound to f-ckin’ get on my level
i let him hit my bong, and his ass passed out
he started shaking like a newborn and foaming at the mouth
his cross weed sucked, my conclusion was this
the devil is a p-ssy, and he can’t smoke sh-t

[chorus]
(we smokin’ with the devil) h-ll’s weed ain’t sh-t
(we smokin’ with the devil) here’s ours, take a hit
(we smokin’ with the devil) smoked him out like a b-tch
(we smokin’ with the devil) he can’t see the roach clique
(we smokin’ with the devil) h-ll’s weed ain’t sh-t
(we smokin’ with the devil) here’s ours, take a hit
(we smokin’ with the devil) smoked him out like a b-tch
(we smokin’ with the devil) he can’t see the roach clique
[verse 3: dubb sicc, jaqadeliq]
steady growin’ blowin’ murder fertilized with death
devil hit our blunt, can’t seem to catch his breath
love the dark, i’m kinda evil, but he seemin’ kinda week
must be roach got his tongue, ’cause he can’t even speak
the devil ain’t sh-t, me and dubb got a ko
we called the b-tch an assh0l- and blew him out like nado
stapled the green bud to his pointed tail
’cause he came from h-ll to smoke us out and f-ckin’ failed
what you got, beelzebub, what you think this is?
’bout to catch a spanking, ground your ass like one of my kids
so just sit there in the corner, close your red-ass eyes
and let the smokehouse junkiez show you how to get high
satan’s getting punished, ’cause he’s such a f-ckin’ woman
he tried hard to hang with us, but he couldn’t
after only one bowl, he was way too high
smokin’ with the devil was a waste of our time

- smokehouse junkiez

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