Avatar Darko - Smells Like Lean Spirit lyrics

[Verse 1: Avatar Darko] Welcome to the Genesis, it's like a Sega trip b**h your p**y smell like the dirty part of the Vegas strip But we Seattle boys, that grunge rock, that Pearl Jam Same stuff that the Mad Hatter was whipping up in Alice in Wonderland Got me in some random crib with this no-name nympho I think she's trying to find love, must be Cobain's widow But I read between the lines, call it c**aine lingo I'm like Fedor in his prime You just a homemade Kimbo Yeah, smells like lean spirit and I'm homesick Zone trip off that foam juice My phone dead so don't text sh** Heard my old b**h got a boyfriend What a poor guy, cause I showed her the dark side My pops told me to never lie Need another upper because I'm coming down Like the tears of a soldiers' war cry Crows fly like the bullets up out my 4-5 And I'm stoned wide, doing 85 On the freeway with a blown tire And every ramp is closed so I'm just zoning out like Nero In 64 N.O. ??? ??? You ain't a bride, you hooker b**h Go pencil dive off the Brooklyn Bridge Cause you a Coney ho and I'm holy pawn Always poured, my Stoli cold Never stole your role but my brother told me Keep a 40 and my thang hot b**h you know I bare arms Like Yogi in a tank-top [Hook] I pour up that Murder, Murder Smoke on that Murder, Murder Growed up in Murder, Murder Blacked out, it's Murder Murder (x2) Smells like lean spirit (x8) [Verse 2: Nacho Pica**o] Illuminati taking credit for the pyramids I ain't possessed, I guess I'm just mean spirited Michael Jackson, kid to kid, now spin pirouette No log-in, but be popping on the internet Zombie head, deep throat Rotting in her inner neck Looking down I'm just a speck I should've took a bigger step Sold your soul for FILA sweats I went and sought a bigger check Now f** the disrespect I empty clips at empty threats Rasheed Wallace, if you're foul, I'll get plenty techs Hit you with that fat gal, ow Call her Mia X I got my city on my back like I'm atlas I'm no Django but I get a lot of backlash Jaws of life from your wife like a bad crash No whip lash, sh** I just whip a** Smart enough to skip grades, but I skip cla** Do 'em like Sherman did Skip Bayless b**h a** [Hook] [Outro: Nacho Pica**o] First my city missed Nirvana Then my city missed the Sonics But my city still up on it Legalized our marijuana Light green, orange hairs, chronic look like Blanka We be balling like Ibaka, baby mommas from Sri Lanka (x2)