Smokin Blunts

Lyrics
[Intro: Lord Infamous] [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Infamous, wicked, sniffin' brasilian Tryin' two cups that keeps the pacific Puffin' on this monkey piss is delicious Vicious, mystic, maniac, twisted Snortin' a whiff of the cocaine blizzard Chemical wizard, sensless lizard Evil enigma when I unleash the ziplock zipper Jack the ripper, cranium crippler Evil dictator Adolf Hitler Swallow prescriptions with malicious Thoughts of victims crucifixions Keyser Soze the technician Very efficient and relentless Amphetamines heighten my senses And I level it with barbiturates The constituent's a naughty mixture Lovely fixtures paint a picture Ice and microdot a trip-ah Hypodermic needles, liquor 16 ounces of drank sipper Roll a swisher with my niggas Got that bud, a girl I flip her Let me get another whiff of [Chorus] [Verse 2: Crucified] When I walk in I straight kill shit and go And I get me a pinch of the stickiest dro When it lift me up ship then ?invent? other planets I overly damage the bag that I smoke Time it like stops but my life highlight crops With the pipe I lie crossing the sky, out the box Hope there's no stoppin' it, gravity cannot get Caught up, it actually vanished in toke Haunt 'em, my tragedy grab at your soul When I open up families Amity vault 'cause I'm spreading the kill, go again, get you filled Be the one end up bad then I'm after the choke Path full of foes, see amass at a hole When the agony spoke see them tragically go Off with another nug, come on and smoke some bud Told you I smoked enough hazardous, ?go? Grab me a bowl, have me some more Give me some weed and then pass me a 4 Fuck with the forces, I'm fillin' my cup Then I'm ready to slaughter up shit in the smoke But I won't hesitate to combust on a stage Shed the light on the fake and get high for this gold The sun it'll rise with the prime in the time And no care at the mind for the treacherous scope Laughs at a ho, passin' the most Lord Infamous, Crucified, pass on the dro Capture the hazard, assassin of past And I'm castin' you asked when I mask you then ho Sippin' some wine when I shine smell the rose Feel the shift and recline in the mind I'm a ghost Hit from the cryptic and mystic, I'm misfit Rip and I kill it the blunts and the bowls [Chorus]
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Credits
- Writers
- Lord Infamous
- Crucified