Dirty Heads Smoke Rings song lyrics

You're right, I am a rotten bastard. I admit it. But I'll tell you something.

Even though I've got a lot of hate inside, I've got some friends who ain't got hate inside.

They're filled with nothing but love.

Their only crime is growing their hair long, smoking a little grass and gettin' high, lookin' to the stars at night.

This is ridiculous, I have a sickness

The grass is always greener, I said fuck it burn the picket fence

Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine

Moody little bitches I'm force-feeding you some estrogen

Always keep you wet see, mermaid pussy

Ever seen the movie kids, no legs don't push me

I am making sculptures, you are using plaster

Screaming while your dreaming mc's need a dream catcher

You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept

You're not on my level, you might need a dubstep

Walking to the death, not walking with a cleft,

Lip, sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it

The smell is your upper lip,

And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm Crashing a pirate ship,

Slow as molasses, quick as a whip

This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the fucking shit

Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh

Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh

Nothin' but love gettin' high up as the stars tonight

My feet rock steady, my heart beat savvy

My well ran dry, had no luck at the levy

I'm lyrically a genius like Fergie and Jesus

It's like a lightning bolt hit the tip of my penis

The opposite of clean is, parallel with my style

One sip away from runnin' round with my pants down

Apparently I'm underground, sound breaking barriers

Everybody take cover, danger area

I got a feelin this beat's been to hell and back

You can see the hole stickin straight through my radar cap

Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac

This beat is the weed, and I'm the fucking cataract

Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh

Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh

Nothin' but love gettin' high up as the stars tonight

Nothin' but love gettin' high up as the stars tonight

Thieves are like rap rock. Our mascot is sasquatch

Rap for the have-nots, thieves get a padlock

That, all a black ball of narc hall backlot

Imma slap box with your ass while I snap shots

Dunces that think outside the box and outfox proud cops

As soon as the style drops, I'll leave your towel mopped

I'm wild high, more arms than an octopus

More buttons than I could push, to ignite the kush

I manufacture the type of goods that keep the Africans bootlegging the new President,

New resident in the White House

Like a night out with the lights out, provide your white route

Parasites pounce and nibble on whatever they can fiddle with

Which ain't much, cuz they illiterate

Hit ya like a dirty syringe from a personal friend

Dirty shovin' cans, inserting inside of your skin

Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh

Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh

Nothin' but love gettin' high up as the stars tonight

Nothin' but love gettin' high up as the stars tonight