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[cage] You mix the blood of Christ with Bruce Campbell plus the Evil Dead once twice and got a Army of Darkness handle on my heater so watch your back when I follow the leader don't sweat the technique or the weed I roll she's seen the low Donnie Darko still dippin the engines me and Tame like the crimson guards from different dimensions convertable tims perverted with ends manipulation of the truth like my hot verbal leaf friend shotty in the john I'm like Vincent Vegas fix them haters while six ho's blow me and a pimp with pissed off gators Chinatown Dumbledor bootleggin my shit cuz they sell in the stores what I sell on the net I got more juice than needle little Robbie Kenevil skipped across Rikki Rikki Lake before she did her show on diesel the steez'll climb from the bag into the book Listen - I'm out to let them heaters cook like EDP in the kitchen! chorus: look at all the death that's surroundin us he jumped into my cigarette just to be down with us bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust [x2] [Tame one} I dip my cigarettes in the most wicked of liquids Letras de cancionesthat have me blackin' out like sick solar eclipses flip like light switches I'm unpredictable with it with blunts that smell funny the insides is minted adjust my brain with the effect of purple rain wet up full up to sherm dead up fried and messed up my newport warped off illy makin me silly brain rotted and toxic now I'm fifty one fifty as the world turns the sherm is spinnin' me backwards knockin me off axis I'm soaked on my dutch mattress outta control until my high go down I make 2 liters a week per hydro pound it's like dreamin with your eyes open knowin whats up but you can't control nothin so you might go nuts I lose focus off the hocus pocus smokin' ferocious exceeding any and all known medical doses chorus: look at all the death that's surroundin us he jumped into my cigarette just to be down with us bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust [x2] [cage] my brain thinks around the ho's in an infinite running stream of consciousness I could drown in at any minute leave a shot up duck to die in a dead goose spidey hits the mary jane and he lets the web loose swing from bitch to ho like buildings in the same shirt my pops was killed in blunt got more juice than 3 dead children [cage and tame one] leak brothers blast off then blast for the cake first to die gets smoked by the crew after the wake [tame one] this is our brain on drugs we get a buzz and write the sickest lyrics ever that was with the rush of the vanilla dutch pretty much roll it with an intricate dutch blaze it up and we start thinkin too much mix the goodie with some backyard boogie to stretch it listen to records for a message and use various methods smoke gosha vegas for breakfast herb got me slurrin my s' makin me restless fresh from off the guest list chorus: look at all the death that's surroundin us he jumped into my cigarette just to be down with us bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust [x2] From Letras Mania