Del The Funky Homosapien - Smoke Rings lyrics

[Intro] You're right, I am a rotten ba*tard 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 gra** and gettin' high Lookin' to the stars at night [Verse 1: Dirty J] This is ridiculous, I have a sickness The gra** is always greener, I said f** it, burn the picket fence Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine Moody little b**hes I'm force-feeding you some estrogen Always keep you wet, see, mermaid p**y Ever seen the movie Kids, no legs, don't push me I am making sculptures, you are using plaster Screaming while your dreaming MCs 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 d**h, 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 mola**es, quick as a whip This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the f**ing sh** [Chorus: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*] Rollin' up some gra**, call it weed, huh (Landing on your feet, call it speed, huh) *Nothing but love, gettin' high up as the stars as night* [Verse 2: Duddy B] My feet rock steady, my heart beats heavy My well ran dry, had no luck at the levee I'm lyrically a genius, like Fergie and Jesus It's like a lightning bolt hit the tip of my penis The opposite of cleanest, parallel with pa**ed out 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 feeling this beat's been to Hell and back You can see the hole stickin' straight through my Raider cap Smoke rings billow out the window of my Cadillac This beat is the weed, and I'm the f**ing cataract [Chorus: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*] Rollin' up some gra**, call it weed, huh (Landing on your feet, call it speed, huh) *Nothing but love, gettin' high up as the stars as night* *Nothing but love, gettin' high up as the stars as night* [Verse 3: Del tha Funky h*mosapien] [These are?] like rap-rock, my mascot is Sasquatch Rap for the have-nots, thieves get a padlock [That all a black ball?], if not call Matlock I'ma slap box with your a** 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 bu*tons than I could push, to ignite ya tush I manufacture the type of goods That keep the Africans bootlegging the new President New resident in the White House Like a night owl, with the lights out, provide the right route Parasites pounce and nibble on whatever they can fiddle with Which ain't much, cause they illiterate Hit ya like a dirty syringe from a personal friend Thirty shurikens, inserting inside your skin [Chorus: Dirty J + (Duddy B) + *Both*] Rollin' up some gra**, call it weed, huh (Landing on your feet, call it speed, huh) *Nothing but love, gettin' high up as the stars as night* *Nothing but love, gettin' high up as the stars as night*