Ramekins

[Hook x2] Spark the blunts up Ash 'em in the ramekins Spark the blunts up Ash 'em in the ramekins I am chilling heavily Kicking it with my mans and them Get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap Pop a molly and then black out again [Verse 1] Parker posts up That nigga Alex back again Mysterio returneth with the gas again And masked men Delusion the fuck outta them And casket them Some rasp, a hint I'm past the point of giving fucks Nigga give 'em back Niggas, ugh, sicken me No, I am not finished Sit the FUCK down, listen to me Are you listening? My pop filter be glistening Rack 'Em Willie I hit 'em with Holy Spirit delivery Feel it? They dome fruity? I'll peel it If I so find it appealing Shillings for slivers of your thoughts and your feelings? Smoke accumulating up around the top of the ceiling? See the fucked up-ness I'm concealing? We in the cut kickin it tough So much our minds are congealing We'll leave a weaker mind reeling Follow the flow, step on the mines that I'm leaving My rhymes tight when I weave 'em And they got that bite cause I'm seasoned When I'm on the mic with a reason And I just ignite like my closet If so incensed to intensify (If I) wanna Shit, If I? Of course I'm gonna Bitch I'm going for blood And you prob should call a donor In advance cause I'm Vashin' Like Stampede with a massive dick (SUCK IT) Now you can say you share my tastes Now you can say you were in my space...suckin' dicks Did you have a ball? Yoooooouuuu fuckers, I still ain't stuntin a cocksucker You now listenin to Parker Spark your blunts up It's easy, look... Just roll the green in the brown Lick that shit down And spark the blunts up [Hook x3] Spark the blunts up Ash 'em in the ramekins Spark the blunts up Ash 'em in the ramekins I am chilling heavily Kicking it with my mans and them Get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap Pop a molly and then black out again [Verse 2] Bored and ill of my mind How did I pass the time? Couldn't handle the negativity Instead I drew lines With no pen and no paper Red wasn't ink, it was sacred I had so much of it wasted I swear that I should be anemeic I didn't do well in school I was smart as shit, I just hated it Back to school? Mama naw Law, why the fuck did you make the kid? Friends were just fairweather And them teachers weren't any better I was wasted potential Cause I ain't pick up a pencil No, not unless I was rhymin' You see hip-hop was my science And that weed was a catalyst The Fus Ro Dah to my Skyrim All of my writing assignments Would have some music behind it Them teachers want you to speak up Right until your voice you find it But I ain't shut the fuck up since I'm just recording it now Got a head about my life I've since reordered it now Livin life by the tao of the Buddha's wisdom And the writings of RZA My mind is an Iron Fist against a dissenter Sick in the winter No influenza, just influencers Keep it G in battle like a fencer Don't build your fence up no taller than I So if it reaches my level I guess it's clobberin' time Now spark up [Hook x2] Spark the blunts up Ash 'em in the ramekins Spark the blunts up Ash 'em in the ramekins I am chilling heavily Kicking it with my mans and them Get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap Pop a molly and then black out again