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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hunt the Dinosaur
Hunt the Dinosaur
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kenneth Hunter Madison
Kenneth Hunter Madison
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JoJo Centineo
JoJo Centineo
Producer
Buster Odeholm
Buster Odeholm
Producer

Lyrics

Light that chronic up.
THC is what I need,
 and if you got some weed,
 then let's smoke it up motherfucker,
 you know what I mean?
That ganja green.
Raw cones, Backwoods, Cyclones, Zig Zags, Swisher Sweets,
big-ass bongs, do NOT forget about the weed.
You can judge me all you want,
but in the end I'll remain the same.
I will never change!
Bloodshot eyes
Mouth is dry, eyes are low.
Flows remains fast, not slow.
Get to igniting the plant matter my daily stoners.
I go harder than a man on viagra getting a boner.
I need to blow up so I can have my own marijuana,
that's so strong it puts human beings inside a fucking coma.
It will become the people's favorite dojah!
Hunt the D-I-NO-SAUR
Always fucking the game up!
Come get some if you really want it!
Come on!
Let go of your pride that's inside, stuck in you.
I know just what to do.
Give me a minute to let me find what is necessary.
The weed that I have will knock you straight on your ass!
Go!
Good weed, good friends, good times.
Don't forget about the motherfucking money stupid!
Get rich, get high, get laid.
I love the fucking pussy, bitches give it to me!
A motherfucker like me,
likes to get paid in weed & pussy.
Step the the fuck back B,
Bitch I'm motherfucking HTD.
Ain't nobody fucking with me.
Written by: Kenneth Hunter Madison
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