[Intro]
Uh, hmm
Alright, alright, alright, I got this
Chill out, bro, shut up, shut up
[Verse 1]
What seems to be the problem, Mr. Officer?
It's Ash Wednesday, we're just off to church
Yo son, save the small talk, I just caught the word
That two kids on the road stolen lots of herb
With all due respect that a cop deserves
I'm at a loss for words, well that'll cause concerns
A little birdy through a tip and y'all fit the description
And plus the car reeks loud like the woofers be hitting, so where is it?
Okay, I give it, thank my parents and religion
If I [?] forgiven
See me I'm on this rarely snitching, but sergeant just listen
There's a professor who made his mission cultivating sicko, this man's a real sicko
Making all the kids grow for diploma quid pro
Trying to make him quarterback to back it to the end zone
Not sure about his end goal but I had to score first
Behind the lines I hit the spot up, Kyle Korver
I guess it's easy as that
Son, I applaud your two cents kid, ain't no nickelin' that
You sold the plug so I ain't charging you for being a rat
In fact, keep a nug or two but I'll be taking the pack
Better haul ass 'fore I switch it's sick I'm letting you go
Better watch your six 'cause I got blue for all the black on the road
And meaning skin, I'm talkin' hue of your clothes
Now y'all be safe 'cause I ain't saving no ghosts
I just be making 'em, so get to the road
[Verse 2]
What the hell happened? It all got so drastic
Just from me [?] and skipping these classes
Focused on puffing, not passing
It lead me to capping to captain who highjacked the package
The [?] in me, now the tank is back on empty
Hope the word don't reach the students, know they'll all resent me
[?] Insta-model occupation strictly tempt me
Blame that b*tch for all the envy in the [?]
So what demands a little xanny, Mr. Teddy Talk
Birki's with the peppy walk, lager's with the heavy froth
While he's reading Karl Marx, hoping we don't move to Mars
'fore we [?]
Might just know it all on some Nardwuar
[Verse 3]
Yo, these stupid little kids, dumbasses
I'm out here doing lord's work while they're cutting classes
And sagging their pants acting like damn ba*tards, I had to daddy 'em
But I'm a nice guy, I let 'em go without attackin' 'em
Now I got their pack and opened that and saw a new hue
This ain't like some sh*t you see on screens, it's like some voodoo
I'm lifted off the smell alone, station said return but now I'm yearning for the pheromones
What the fu*k I care for? I bleed blue
Still ain't get my share of finer things that I can see through
This sh*t probably easy to grow
I'll get some cheap dudes to keep you growing to trees and sell you for a steep due
Ayo, I'm loving what this greed do, man
[Outro]
One-two click in this gone
Gotta think quick 'fore I slip and it's done
I'ma do right while I do what's wrong
If I take this hit I'ma blow that bomb
[Outro: Joey O'Gorman]
With the greenhouse in shambles and the retrohash now in the hands of an ill-intentioned [?] maniac, Professor Roth has been forced to cancel his class