[Hook x2]

Spark the blunts up

Ash 'em in the ramekins

Spark the blunts up

Ash 'em in the ramekins

I am chilling heavily

Kicking it with my mans and them

Get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap

Pop a molly and then black out again

[Verse 1]

Parker posts up

That nigga Alex back again

Mysterio returneth with the gas again

And masked men

Delusion the fuck outta them

And casket them

Some rasp, a hint

I'm past the point of giving fucks

Nigga give 'em back

Niggas, ugh, sicken me

No, I am not finished

Sit the FUCK down, listen to me

Are you listening?

My pop filter be glistening

Rack 'Em Willie

I hit 'em with Holy Spirit delivery

Feel it?

They dome fruity?

I'll peel it

If I so find it appealing

Shillings for slivers of your thoughts and your feelings?

Smoke accumulating up around the top of the ceiling?

See the fucked up-ness I'm concealing?

We in the cut kickin it tough

So much our minds are congealing

We'll leave a weaker mind reeling

Follow the flow, step on the mines that I'm leaving

My rhymes tight when I weave 'em

And they got that bite 'cause I'm seasoned

When I'm on the mic with a reason

And I just ignite like my closet

If so incensed to intensify (If I) wanna

Shit, If I? Of course I'm gonna

Bitch I'm going for blood

And you prob should call a donor

In advance 'cause I'm Vashin'

Like Stampede with a massive dick

(SUCK IT)

Now you can say you share my tastes

Now you can say you were in my space...suckin' dicks

Did you have a ball?

Yoooooouuuu fuckers, I still ain't stuntin a cocksucker

You now listenin to Parker

Spark your blunts up

It's easy, look...

Just roll the green in the brown

Lick that shit down

And spark the blunts up

[Hook x3]

Spark the blunts up

Ash 'em in the ramekins

Spark the blunts up

Ash 'em in the ramekins

I am chilling heavily

Kicking it with my mans and them

Get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap

Pop a molly and then black out again

[Verse 2]

Bored and ill of my mind

How did I pass the time?

Couldn't handle the negativity

Instead I drew lines

With no pen and no paper

Red wasn't ink, it was sacred

I had so much of it wasted

I swear that I should be anemeic

I didn't do well in school

I was smart as shit, I just hated it

Back to school? Mama naw

Law, why the fuck did you make the kid?

Friends were just fairweather

And them teachers weren't any better

I was wasted potential

'Cause I ain't pick up a pencil

No, not unless I was rhymin'

You see hip-hop was my science

And that weed was a catalyst

The Fus Ro Dah to my Skyrim

All of my writing assignments

Would have some music behind it

Them teachers want you to speak up

Right until your voice you find it

But I ain't shut the fuck up since

I'm just recording it now

Got a head about my life

I've since reordered it now

Livin life by the tao of the Buddha's wisdom

And the writings of RZA

My mind is an Iron Fist against a dissenter

Sick in the winter

No influenza, just influencers

Keep it G in battle like a fencer

Don't build your fence up no taller than I

So if it reaches my level

I guess it's clobberin' time

Now spark up

[Hook x2]

Spark the blunts up

Ash 'em in the ramekins

Spark the blunts up

Ash 'em in the ramekins

I am chilling heavily

Kicking it with my mans and them

Get dances from snowbunnies gyrating upon my lap

Pop a molly and then black out again