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dirty heads – smoke rings lyrics

smoke rings
(feat. del the funky h*m*sapien)

[del tha funky h*m*sapien:]
you’re right, i am a rotten b*st*rd. 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 gr*ss and gettin’ high, lookin’ to the stars at night.

[dirty j:]
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 masculine
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
screaming while your dreaming mc’s 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 dubstep
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 mol*sses, quick as a whip
this beat’s a filthy toilet, and i’m the f*cking sh*t

[chorus:]
rollin’ up some gr*ss on this beat, huh
nothin’ on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
nothin’ but love gettin’ high up as the stars tonight

[dubby b:]
my feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy
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 p*n*s
the opposite of clean is, parallel with my style
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 feelin this beat’s been to h*ll and back
you can see the hole stickin straight through my radar cap
smoke rings billow out the window of my cadillac
this beat is the weed, and i’m the f*cking cataract

[chorus:]
rollin’ up some gr*ss on this beat, huh
nothin’ on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
nothin’ but love gettin’ high up as the stars tonight
nothin’ but love gettin’ high up as the stars tonight

[del tha funky h*m*sapien:]
thieves are like rap rock. our mascot is sasquatch
rap for the have-nots, thieves get a padlock
that, all a black ball of narc hall backlot
imma slap box with your *ss while i snap shots
dunces that think outside the box and outfox proud cops
as soon as the style drops, i’ll leave your towel mopped
i’m wild high, more arms than an octopus
more b*ttons than i could push, to ignite the kush
i manufacture the type of goods that keep the africans bootlegging the new president,
new resident in the white house
like a night out with the lights out, provide your white route
parasites pounce and nibble on whatever they can fiddle with
which ain’t much, cuz they illiterate
hit ya like a dirty syringe from a personal friend
dirty shovin’ cans, inserting inside of your skin

[chorus:]
rollin’ up some gr*ss on this beat, huh
nothin’ on ya feet kinda sweet, huh
nothin’ but love gettin’ high up as the stars tonight
nothin’ but love gettin’ high up as the stars tonight


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