[bad word]  [bad word] kottonmouthkings
Zippity zippity backa de back zep zep zoom ba ba boom biba de bab clucky de clack Zippity zippity backa de back zep zep zoom ba ba boom biba de bab clucky de clack this how we do when Baer goes bare this is how we do  when I smoke on the green ya tell me you [bad word] what you really wanna do [bad word] around a track while [bad word] around it too [bad word] run run let me get that split [bad word] run run let me hit that rep that hit that rep that get that gold let me put it in a pipe let me pack it in a bowl [bad word] run [bad word] run [bad word] run 

I never really get upset all the way to the point were I feel like their is no hope lift now tryna keep a good out look tryna reroute all thoughts that will weight me down all I assume to need is a big bag of weed and a couple of shots of let's say crown if you beef if I don't bang in my jeep then we going to my town, my town yea that's where I go when I need to go get oz so I didn't blow my top Off face blow when I lose control gatta tell em [bad word] back in one piece body whole I know you know or at least I know that you relate cause these harps deserve to be story told gonna take the least favorite song on yer headphone and know that yer not alone 

I put my stamp on it guaranteed freshness the X factor quality tester handcrafted packed up in vacuum seal so when you bang it loud it's that [bad word] that you can feel real deal underground street sweeper stone town were the future sound gatekeeper kottonmouth license and bongoes when yer speakers beating now look who responded the team special unit stoner squad stomping out mudholes told you it's a dirty job, clean up crew so pack a bong hit fill it up to the top its gonna be a long trip eyes glazed blood shot I stay ripped I disconnect from the system of power grit a Renegade, outcast, misfits will equip wit the cannabis survival kit

Boom clap boom clap sound to the poem sound to the poem sound to the poem
I don't know about to lose control here they go

Here that, that be the sound of the police on the way [bad word] your time everybody
In the area spark it up so they lose their mind 

Boom clap forshezee I'm gonna keep these raps bizzy I'm gonna keep my brain all dizzy bemap when you get boom klizzy clap clap when you hear my gun go blap blap that be the rebel of partying bringing so give the bubble to snap snap yea now where did they all go move to the beat keep putting the peace we filling the street I front of the crowd pulling the heat and never to stop and never decease I'm off of the leash so give me the keys you gatta believe me open yer eyes and now you can see me over the lies I'm overly dreaming you looking around yer bringing the ground forever I'm pealing just stay to the track I'm eating the gluts and stealing simmers of time resemble the grizzly feeding resemble for what I'm achieving were in it to rap you call me heaving [bad word] everybody I'm ending up leaving the party is over the stress it ain't stopping whoz looking for good but now it ain't popping and now that I see the [bad word] color I think I'll be dropping out the race to keep it from flopping keeping the party alive the only one option the only one option