Boxguts - Rolling Green lyrics

[Jak Tripper] Mushroom diaries. I'm melting. J23 Yo What the f** is this lunchroom chat I hunk do rap with that basic head nod one two rap Punk crews trash, I'll munch two tabs sitting on a gigantic mushroom cap I'm filthier than a dust broom vax Carnival funk balloon gag Drug mule c*nt balloon gag Hold up this blunt is too fat A dust wool past, higher than huffing a glue bag High enough to huff moon gas I'm gutter like face scars from cut soup cans [Boxguts] Drift away from BK to upstate Split the dutch fill it up get the three of us baked Hit a sh**ty chicken spot k**in guts with the upchuck waste Puff grub puff again then go and blaze the stage Hot rainy terrain Our slug covered artwork hangs all on display Feel the waves rock from the drops, plus this great pot intake Now we're all shot, ready to be off on our way (If you don't smoke cannabis, you may spend your evening balancing your check account. If you do smoke cannabis you may spend your evening contemplating the causes of the Greek Renaissance.) [Terence McKenna on smoking weed] [Jak Tripper] Yo Veto thanks for the beat, hippied out like the name Moonbeam I use my notebook's loose leaves to do these or roll a brolic duby in two sheets I'm a stoner like Montel Williams, stoned like pot farmers knee deep in pruned leaves Headband hash plan dewey, maroon trees, Sour Blue g's Water pipes and blue dream I stay stoned and stuck, at home motor-boating bud Ass worshiping get stoned then f**ed Not stoned enough, Indian style on a carpet of smoke floating up Tripping and stoned with Guts My ghost is by the lake skipping stones at dusk You could call me Woody Harrelson when I sober up Come to my house, my phone's unplugged Sticks, stones and shrubs Bundles of bones and d** Christian hope and trust I gave your girl the bowling glove in her a**hole Four finger Vulcan glove Choke b**hes in a cobra clutch This beat is Kansas City like that child network. The missing child network, cult. This style's burnt out, like news reporters with no pants on, under the f**ing counter reporting news. This is stoned. This is burnt out pot comedy. And peace to Veto Mega. Noise, noise