Leak Bros.
(专辑: Weatherproof - 2003)
You mix the
blood of Christ with Bruce Campbell Puff the
Evil Dead, once, twice And got an Army of Darkness handle on my heater, so Watch your back when I
follow the
leader, don't Sweat the
technique or the
weed I
roll She's seen the
low Donnie Darko still dippin the
engines Me and Tame like the
crimson guards from different dimensions Convertible Tims, perverted with ends Manipulation of the
truth like my hyperbole friends Shotty in the
john I'm like Vincent Vegas fix them haters While six ho's blow me and a
pimp with pissed on gators Chinatown Dumbledore bootleggin my shit Cause they sell in the
stores what I
sell on the
net I
got more juice than Beetle Little Robbie Kenevil skipped across Rikki Leaky Lake before she did a
show on diesel The
steez climb from the
bag into the
book Listen, I'm out to let them heaters cook like [?] in the
kitchen Look at all the
death that's surroundin us Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us Bring a
chick to the
moon if she down to crush Then get back to the
planet just to cop a
pound of dust I
dip my cigarettes in the
most wicked of liquids That have me blackin out like six solar eclipses Flip like light switches, I'm unpredictable with it With blunts that smell funny, the
insides is minted Adjust my brain with the
effect of purple rain Wet up, full of sherm, dead up, fried and messed up My Newport warped off illy makin me silly Brain rotted and toxic, now I'm fifty one fifty As the
world turns the
sherm is spinnin me backwards Knockin me off axis, I'm soakin my Dutch Masters Outta control until my high go down, I
mix 2
liters of leak per hydro pound It's like dreamin with your eyes open Knowin what's up but you can't control nothin so you might go nuts I
lose focus off the
hocus pocus, smokin ferocious Exceeding any and all known medical doses Look at all the
death that's surroundin us Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us Bring a
chick to the
moon if she down to crush Then get back to the
planet just to cop a
pound of dust My brain thinks around the
holes in it Infinite running stream of consciousness I
could drown in in any minute Leave a
shot up duck to die in a
dead goose Spidey hits the
maryjane and he let's the
web loose Swing from bitch to ho like buildings In the
same shirt my pops was killed in Blunt got more juice than 3
dead children Leak brothers blast off then blast for the
cake First to die gets smoked by the
crew after the
wake This is our brain on drugs We get a
buzz and write the
sickest lyrics ever that was With the
rush of the
vanilla dutch pretty much roll it with an intricate dutch Blaze it up and we start thinkin too much Mix the
goodie with some backyard boogie to stretch it Listen to records for a
message and use various methods Smoke Garcia Vegas for breakfast Herb got me slurrin my S's makin me restless, fresh from off the
guest list Look at all the
death that's surroundin us Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us Bring a
chick to the
moon if she down to crush Then get back to the
planet just to cop a
pound of dust