Doc Doom - 40's & Blunts (Purple Hearts) lyrics

[Holocaust] Life is internal disease, I'm holding 9's Break your brain up and roll it in a blunt to blow your mind Dumb and blind can't see Armageddon, we blaze roaches Rob stagecoaches, blast and throw explosives The dopest drunken gunslinger, moonshine Roam the ghost town and gun down foes at noontime Holocaust calling shots, get drunk and brawl a lot Fly plots let off 5 shots, the Cyclops In your face like eye drops after you hit the weed We dump out seeds and smoke until our noses bleed In the wastelands these streets of rage is why we blaze West Coast god, hearts cold like Ice Age I'm ancient, original man, mental patient Armed with a jagged stone axe, retaliation It's futile, we strapped with shanks and hand shooters And'll smash through your hood in tanks and land cruisers