Smoke Rings

This is ridiculous,

I have a sickness

The grass is always greener,

I say ******* it burn the picket fence

Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine

Moody little *******es

I'm foreseeing you some estrogen

Always keep you wet see, mermaid *******

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 to the 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 Cra*******ng a pirate *******p, slow as molasses, quick as a whip

This beat's a filthy toilet, and

I'm the ******* *******t [Chorus:]

Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh

Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh

Nothin' one love gettin' high up as the stars tonight [Dubby B:]

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 *******

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 up a 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 *******, and

I'm the ******* cataract [Chorus:]

Rollin' up some grass on this beat, huh

Nothin' on ya feet kinda sweet, huh

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

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