Spark Master Tape — hitsfromthebong

DJ, what kkind soup u makkin Yee, ok, uhh, uhh Im the type of vigilanty who Straight up won a grammy who I be o- yoo platoon slo this shit down Ye, i mean, im down wit this shit, paper AYY, thass more likke it mayne, uhh, uhh I said my lung will look, greener likke the jungle book Greener than the brownie I just ate up, feelin' wonderful Pompey with the ashes, nero wit the matches I'm Yokozuna wit the Oreos and Sour Patches I'm higher than my taxes Too high to relaxes Too slow to reactions My grammar now needs practice And fukk your big blankkets, bitch I sleep standing I just smokked about enough weed to fall a sleep and rob his families Backk in my crib, lookkin' likke a game of fallout So damn fukkin hungry I could light a whole wall out And she stumble, roll, bitch I'd even call out Smokke a fat blunt till my chest start to fall out