America's Most Blunted Lyrics - Madvillainy - Madvillain

Quas, when he really hit star mode 

Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode 

Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip 

Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip 

Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials 

Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black'n'Mild 

He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part 

The list top go: bust before beef start 

At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it 

{"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo 

DOOM nominated for the best rolled L's 

And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well 

Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated 

Some say buddha'd, some say faded 

Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full 

Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true) 

Sometimes you might need to detox 

It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox 

Off spite to your surprise 

Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes 

Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it 

Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom 

Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room 

The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven 

Shady you can even ask my reverend 

Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though 

I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold 

I spark the lah, but don't {fuck} with speed or trees with seeds 

Quasimoto crew, we get keyed 

The most blunted on the map 

The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat 

Hoodrat when you try to react 

Even your pops got smack 

Even your moms got crack 

Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed 

(Do you?) Drop X so you can have good sex (What, no) 

I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank 

I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it 

Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}