if the blood of christ is a cup of wine
then colt 45 and a blunt is mine
that was the drink of choice in grade thirteen
duck tape two fortys and an eighth of green
melting greenwax in the hastings dorms
those freshman girls they were flocking swarms
or a gaggle or a murder or a pack or a herd
but im probably just lying bout every other word
if i saw see a car that i wanted to drive
i couldnt afford a car with my nine to five
id need a nine to five and a five to nine
gasoline these days you need doubletime
instead i drive my dads old subaru
steel rims bald tires with a leak or two
me and you oh what can we do
if we smoke cheap green we can squeak on through
inexpensive weed? man that'd be a dream.
To all you muthafuckers who are going green
all you muthafuckers are going green.
your sista's and your brotha's are going green
all you muthafuckers are going green
and all your baby's mother's are going green
Music, will never make me a million
I aint a gangster or even cecilian
Im not from the streets
I wore payless sneaks
As a kid I had a board
and fucking punk rock beats
HATERS, their no trick to writing
i know im not fucking rap star exiting
i know ive never come close to fighting
i put pen to the paper, strikes me like lightning
try and write a verse, every other day
some come out lame, and the others ok
but if youre not smitten
with the words that im spittin'
look down at your paper and see what youve written.
puff on a joint with a cup of caffeine
cause all you muthafuckers are going green
crack is wack i dont touch that shit
meth is death oh dont you forget
coke is a joke
just beers and smoke
shotgun pbr and a joint to toke
the smoke is how i performance enhance
gotta puff on a blunt before i go out to dance
up at the sulky lounge
antiques were found
bring one or two home and pass em around
NOT talking, about banging old chicks
Just stealing old things man your brain is sick
sick like bubonic plauge
ill be smoking up cronic then im going on stage
smoked my first bowl when i was seventeen
now all you muthafuckers are going green
credits
from Pecos Bill Aint Dead,
released April 1, 2011
MC Scars
Raptress Marge
Pecos Bill
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