Leak Bros.

You mix the blood of Christ with Bruce Campbell Puff the Evil Dead, once, twice And got an 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 Convertible Tims, perverted with ends Manipulation of the truth like my hyperbole friends Shotty in the john I'm like Vincent Vegas fix them haters While six ho's blow me and a pimp with pissed on gators Chinatown Dumbledore bootleggin my shit Cause they sell in the stores what I sell on the net I got more juice than Beetle Little Robbie Kenevil skipped across Rikki Leaky Lake before she did a show on diesel The steez climb from the bag into the book Listen, I'm out to let them heaters cook like PPP in the kitchen Look at all the death that's surroundin us Eject 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 I dip my cigarettes in the most wicked of liquids That have me blackin out like six 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 of 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 soakin my Dutch Masters Outta control until my high go down, I mix 2 liters of leak per hydro pound It's like dreamin with your eyes open Knowin what's 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 Look at all the death that's surroundin us Eject 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 My brain thinks around the holes in it Infinite running stream of consciousness I could drown in in any minute Leave a shot up duck to die in a dead goose Spidey hits the maryjane 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 Leak brothers blast off then blast for the cake First to die gets smoked by the crew after the wake 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 Garcia Vegas for breakfast Herb got me slurrin my S's makin me restless, fresh from off the guest list Look at all the death that's surroundin us Eject 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