[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Roll to the scene and I'm rolling a bone
Onion got me in a mystical zone
Flipping you off with the back of this tone (?)
Stangin' for chicken we breakin' arms as the 98' on me like break it off Joan
Give me the budda, the (?) of all radical now the junta polishing chrome
Now it is on - Now it is on
Break out the sack and we smokin' till dawn
Back until dusk if I miss the musk enough my brother rolling up a cone
Rising up out of the ashes, smoking on something that look just like magic chiefin' like habit damn it passing a blunt and I'm back into constructing havoc
I do not give a fuck if I'm an addict hop into bags and getting high just like Aladdin
One of these days I will get so damn buck off the 8th I will never come back to this planet
Pulling the clutches like gambit If I had Anna believe I could revert the static
I gotta get me a wrap and then I'm back at it to smoking some woods in the attic
I need the onion in my lungs so I reach for the bag
I break it down and roll it up then take a mystic drag
I do not smoke with those who don't even know how to zag
Bow to the king as I smoke with the ink until I think I'll have a heart attack (yessir!)

[Chorus: Dylan Ross]
It’s the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherfuckin' onion
It’s the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion (yessir)
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherfuckin' onion (yes sir)
[Verse 2: Big Crust]
How fat is the fattest blunt you've ever seen
The last blunt I rolled could have broke a triple beam
And if I had every blunt I think I ever smoked
I could stack 'em up and build myself a swisher home
I smoke my onion joan and I smoke it to the dome
'Sterminating buddha blunts and then I chief the roach
I fill the white owls to the brim with skunky flowers
Hearing spirits talking to me through the onion's mystic powers
Don't smoke no cabbage only endo in the chicken
I pull the blunt so hard you think it is a strongman competition
To through wishing come the dreams I have of getting buck
You wanna smoke with me, then grab your bud and test your luck
I doubt you can keep up, all the funky in rotation
A whirlwind of smoke rises from our recreation
Baptized in optimo and the next step is cremation
No hesitation I get higher then that levitation

[Chorus: Dylan Ross]
It’s the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherfuckin' onion
It’s the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion (yessir)
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherfuckin' onion (yes sir)
[Outro: Dylan Ross]
That's DJ motherfucking Sound
That's DJ motherfucking Sound
That's DJ motherfucking Sound
That's DJ motherfucking Sound