Smoke Rings Lyrics - The Dirty Heads

This is ridiculous 

I have a sickness 

The grass is always greener 

I said fuck it burn the picket fence 

Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure mescaline 

Moody little bitches I'm force feeding you some estrogen 

Always keep you wet see mermaid pussy 

Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me 

I am making sculptures you are using plaster 

Screamin' while you're dreaming MCs need a dream catcher 

You're not in my mind you don't get the concept 

You're not on my level you might need a dub step 

Walking to the death not Joaquin with a cleft lip 

Sharp as an arrow tip I'm just so sick of it 

The smell is your upper lip 

And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship 

Slow as molasses quick as a whip 

This beats a filthy toilet and I'm the fucking shit 

Rollin up some grass 

Call it weed huh 

Landing on your feet call it speed huh 

Nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night 

My feet walk steady, my heart beats heavy 

My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy 

I'm lyrically a genus like Fergie and Jesus 

It's like a lightning bolt just hit the tip of my penis 

The opposite of cleanest, Parallel with passed out 

One sip away from running around with my pants down 

Heavenly I'm underground sound breaking barriers 

Everybody take cover, danger area 

I got a feeling this beats been to hell and back 

You can see the horns sticking straight through my Raider cap 

Smoke rings bellow out the windows of my Cadillac 

This beats the weed and I'm the fucking cataract 

Rollin up some grass call it weed huh 

Landing on your feet call it speed huh 

Nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night 

Nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night 

I rap rock my mascot is Sasquatch Rap for the have nots 

Thieves get a pad lock that outta black ball 

If not call Mattlock I'm a slap box 

With yo' ass while I snap shots Dunces! I think outside the box 

And outfox proud cocks 

As soon as the style drops to leave the tile mopped 

I'm wild hot 

More arms than an octopus 

More buttons than I can push to ignite your tush 

I manufacture the type of goods to keep The Africans bootlegging/ 

The new president new resident in the white house like a night owl with the lights outs 

Provide the right route Parasites pounce and nibble on 

Whatever they can fiddle with 

Which ain't much cause they illiterate Hit ya like a dirty syringe from a personal friend Thirty shurikens inserting inside yo skin 

Rollin up some grass 

Call it weed huh 

Landing on your feet call it speed huh 

Nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night 

Nothing but love getting high up as the stars at night 

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