We straight stumped, [acupuncture to release some stress]

Needles get us slumped, roll some pinners for the rest oh yes

Nineteen twenty why's my cup left empty

And what must i do for a drop of the sweet sour henny

We follow madlib's law, [hmm to the letter

Our heads up in the clouds brr someone pass a sweater]

Real bad weather fancy chess or some checkers

Pawns becoming kings but in the end becoming beggars

My farmyard with the cornrows grows the best pesto risotto

Yew trees or some oak ones

[ready or not it's time to smoke some]

Willow trees at level 30 hot and hurdy

[or maple level 45, that's a staple crop, still more to grind]

Pot of hot gumbo got you squawking mumbo jumbo

Walking black rum and tumble time for minds to go fungal

Minutes later end up stumping in the jungle

If you're not careful you could end up wasting a whole lungful

Hazy memories, lazy sensories we boozing up

These blunts last for centuries, [vintage like methuselah]

My crew stumped hammy hinds rump roasted

Honey glazed with 'dos sauce on the sides i'm hosting

Soaking in the samovar like a hadrosaur

My eyes fried looking I danced with a man o' war

Now hear the brass spout rolling up on sauerkraut

Stumped out, now feel the crowd and shout

[now feel the crowd and shout and shout yeeaa

Woohoo yes sir yes sir yes sir WAH]