Drop the dope and run that spliff

Smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag shit

Drop the dope and run that spliff

Smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag

[Verse 1]

I bootleg shit, shit on your big budget LP

Fuck your words of wisdom only the drugs can help me

I worship ism and look unhealthy, and only mission purple pillin’ cause’ I prefer the earth when trippin’

Eighth blazin’ then dance around my burning murder victim with my face painted

Strange ain’t the word, programmed to fail

Tell a crew of corpses “No banter”

Opportunity knocks but I don’t answer

Romance a ho no handed, split to the nothingness

Bounced back to the house that rap built and I’m squattin’ in

You get filled in for nodding in agreement with a topic I believe in

Achieving nothing is my only career option

That feared wrongin’, I clocked you acting ill rocking a fools platinum grill at the hypest show ever with your crew standing still

Drop the dope and run that spliff

Smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag

[Verse 2]

Get your blunt blagged off ya

We tote tree trunk splabs with a hunchback posture

A mean cunt like Gene Hunt (Bastard!)

My exhibition on killing you, your crew applaud the speech

Dr. Scott, I brainwash with surgical saws and bleach

Walk the streets backwards, off balance babbling

Master in anger management now I switch at will

You think I’m chill until I have your man and them laughing on the other side of their face when I’m happy slapping them

Pass the baggy and run that spliff

Smoke the whole sack cold sag an anvil in a punch bag

Buddha sativa stuffed in my reefer

Yes I’m blunted, no shit I hock and cough up resin and smoke it

I pray and pray for my own downfall welcome to my mind where happy thoughts are outlawed

It’s Mr. Wrong, unequaled skill, an autistic savant, my special ability is being ill

Too ignorant to pronounce the word properly

Bouncing out the house with an ounce of herb on me

But fuck the skunk, who wants to get drunk?

Throw your hands in the air and knuckle someone else in their face

But fuck the skunk who wants to get drunk?

Throw your hands in the air and knuckle someone else in their face

[Verse 3]

Vodka shot vodka shot to the gut, probably fucked, your bottles gone mines polished off

Props to Roger Protz poured a shrine, aimed to drink 300 beers to drive dry before I die

Lord if I ever have a suitable reason, never tell me

Mr. What-your-sisters-doing-this-evening

Try chewing on these and set yourself free

Blah pressure LP, fuck your rhyme

I’m General Stubblebine when I’m drunk and high

Try and pass through a solid object then bump my head and wonder why

Check the epic blunt design, Prozium doused spliff

The kid wet the humble pie and then boasted about it

Drop the dope and run that spliff

Smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag shit

Drop the dope kid, run that spliff

Smoke the whole bag cold sag fucking scumbag shit