Preach

Dangerous, cancerous What you smoking bitch, I'm outlasting incents Been blessed Check the scent, aroma Cannabis showroom, I'm outlasting growers Blasting lawnmowers Wrecking cars like towers Scripted vision like cut and yall should know this Smoking Bullwinkle, no never Boris Listening to Doris, Trinidad too boring Fuck the gold what is life without souls and goals Robots being told I'm the lone rose grown up out the pot hole Wipe ya snot nose younging you are never old Bring a chair that folds to the lawn at my show Started out free now you see I'm passing go Going deep like Johnny Depp in Blow Or maybe Mad Hatter how I'd rather blast past ya Paul Bearer Kane casket on ya bastards Just a fraction of the rapture, preach Knock in the trunk loud as a Shaq dunk While I'm breaking down the blunts prolly drunk too much My standards, not as strong as manners Low as anchors, ship wrecks and tankards Everyday I study bitch yup I be cramming With my hair do like Kramer and my seven ounce hammer Social awkward like lock jaw But on the microphone I'm more like Quick Draw McGraw I never stall at Mardi Gras Slip into the spa hit it raw Smoking smog fat blunts like logs I got a Lincoln on that stuff Slam it back like a Pog Can't you see the fog I got a Lincoln on that stuff Slam it back like a Pog Just a fraction of the rapture, preach