Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Listen I just rap and chief a geeb of kief would get me lit
Flick my flint to get a spark then start a blunt to strut around
'Sace stanking awfully but the threads are never off me
Thoughts have tried to rock me every attempt ended faulty
Da$Hin all around, look at me I got a screw face
Hope I don't Retch and get, locked up for a dumb case
Perspective dented double headed thrash around and then regret it
Seem to slip up every second calisthenics keep me limber
I could lose a limpid liver to the rigors it's been through
Not unlike a touch and feel perused too many times
Knowledge through the vines, too entwined to speak its mind
Pick apart the motive nod your head and they won't notice
Wonder bout doom and his barnfuls (most blunted)
Now the ma**es see, that it's not so darn harmful
Commonwealth weeps at the loss of a patriot
Every minute matters when there's no one always saving it
Picture this, lightly griped, insect with a smokey filling
Conjured up by currency and demonized to all the children
Unrestricted love requited who could say that they'd be different?
Sometimes haunted, often flaunted broadening my lack of knowledge
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk
Namekian kush, all up in this blunt
Looks like Piccolo but smells like skunk