I pluck the sun out the sky pass it off behind the
Back, no look blitzed from the gold Kush
Split a blunt with the thorn from a rose bush
Old school beat you to a pulp with a phone book
Serenade your corpse with a soul hook
High as fuck.. folklore legend like Friar Tuck
Slice em up with the nakiri to the stomach
Leave my name on your liver with the Edding 800
Elevated K2 summit
As far as blunts, classic case of “ey, who dunnit?”
Bubble gum honey crust - tongued it, lipped it
Dipped it in a crushed weed biscuit
Shattered like an empty jeroboam out in Poland
Or Ukraine straight to the root vein
Lighting up the stage like butane
Embark on a crusade while handing out bouquets of chronic
Flying like a vulture
Chisel my verse like a sculpture (added no Sulfur)
Rolling paper size grand eagle
I’m out on Tatooine burning down green with the sand people
No doubt we smoke the lake trout
Crush the juice then turn the place out
No doubt, no doubt we smoke the lake trout
Crush the juice, it’s all love baby
Blitz play, in whatever which way
Smoke signs rising over
Sunny southern Montpellier - tranquile
Pack the pipe and pump the breaks - take it easy
FGreen jack of all trades like Monterey
We like Jin and Mugen
The natty juice box
That old rusty samurai blade
The crates dusty
Playground connoisseurs of the Nepalese hash
Memories vast of the revelries past
High.. faded on the blossoms
Pulled a Phife and I ended up in Boston confis-
Cated corkscrew pop the bottle with my shoe
Slaughter your whole crew and take my kids to the zoo
Green apple smacking and it’s packing zip
Single hectar craftsmanship sharp in its attack and its immaculate
Quality, over quantity is the policy
We got both, the beluga and the toast
Higher than a Sci-Fi night sky
Berate a mixologist for fixing up inferior Mai Thais
Kite high “likewise” - high fives
Catch you later cause I hate a teary eyed bye bye
Hurl a hundred Teslas off a bridge
Hulk green puffing on that hedge for the edge
Don't get your bloomers in a wedge
Burlap bud sacks getting stretched
