It’s American

Lyrics

Yo, yo, kid, you-you alright? Yo, yo, stop blockin', kid Yo, what's wrong, man? Yo, no, oh (oh, shit, it's gonna blow) {Explodes} Oh no, yo Oh, shit Yo, what the fuck is on yo' head, kid? Is that brain I smell? (Oh) You bet your sweet thug ass (oh, no) That's right We're back up in here With a case of that blocka, blocka Here to tell all you donies and donnettes The real deal From the makers of Ghost Weed comes: Headless Horseman Weed This shit is straight gold (ayo) They make some bomb-ass weed But this shit will fuck up my hairdo (braow) Now I get high, but I never thought I'd get hurt (pow, braow) Yo, last time I smoke that shit, holmes I swore I heard horses Every time I try to write a motherfuckin' rhyme That shit was about horses Remember, Ghost Weed: It's American