America's Most Blunted (feat. Quasimoto)

Come out to show them

Like, open the bruise up and let some of the bruise blood come out to show them

Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them

Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them

Music

Bad weed right there, infectious

Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world

Tore up, man

Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex (Woo)

And grass will change your musical habits, for the better

A-A-America's most blunted

Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted

Where the trees at?

Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard

Me rhythm now, huh?

(If you'll all gather close around the phonograph)

Let that thang burn

(Who those motherfuckers comin' in here?

No, it can't be)

Where Quas at?

(Yo)

(Catch you coming out your crib, ****)

DOOM, you got the trees?

A-A-America's most blunted

Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted

Quas, when he really hit star mode

Never will he boost loose Phillies with the bar-code (Yeah, woo)

Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip

Or sit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip (Yes)

Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials

Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black & Mild (Haha)

He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part

The list top go, bust before beef start

At the Stop-n-Go Mart, actin' like a spirit host done it

America's most blunted (Yeah, yo)

DOOM nominated for the best rolled L's

And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well (Ugh)

Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated

Some say buddha'ed, some say faded

Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full (Haha)

Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (True)

Sometimes, you might need to detox

It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beat-box

Off spite to your surprise

Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes

Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it

America's most blunted

Blunted, blunted

Comin' kinda stupid from the station

Blunted, blunted

Amazing loops, loops, lyrical hoops

The universal

(The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter)

Sweeter, woop

Yo, I can't find that **** Metal Face nowhere

A-America's most blunted

Oh, alright

Alright

Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted

DOOM, the Madvillain killing mad boom

Consume weed and drink brew till we perfume the room

The Beat Konducta smoke twenty-four-seven

Shady, you can even ask my reverend

Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though

I spend my last dough to pick up the sticky gold (Oh, shit)

I spark the lah, but don't **** with speed (Shh)

Or trees with seeds, Quasimoto crew, we get keyed

(Tried to tell)

The most blunted on the map

The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat

Hoodrat, when you try to react

Shut the **** up! Even your pops got smacked (Ooh)

Even your moms got cracked

Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed

Drop X so you can have good sex (What, no)

Smoke dank so I can grow me a shank (Watch this here)

I got the fat sack, shh, all day I hunt it

Who are we?

America's most blunted

Blunted, blunted, blunted

Comin' kinda stupid from the station

B-b-blunted, blunted

Amazing loops, loops, lyrical hoops

The universal

(Catch you coming out your crib, ****)

America's most blunted

Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted

Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity

From eight to eleven times, in fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned, than straight

So remember

M-A-R-I-J-U, A-J-U-A-N-A

Mar-i-juana

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