05. UnBLUNTlievable

Yo, get them fucking joints the fuck out of here, homie. Fuck that bowl, fuck all those bowls & no bongs this time. This 1 is STRICTLY
For my passionate & devout blunt smokers. Bust out that goddamn zigzag wrap, them Swishers, them Phillies, them Black & Milds, any kind of tobacco paper. Roll or...pack that fuckin bitch up, roll or pack that bitch the fuck up! No, just lightin' up a blunt & saying "Man, unBLUNTlievable"...

Blunt smokers Only, Blunt smokers only, only
Blaze b's til our eyes get lazy
Blunts big like turds yeah we smoke that shit
Fuck the public keep it blunted yes I love it my 100's
Thanks to my villains for the birthday blunt I'ma handle
It's fat as a birthday cake I'ma light that candle
"'Scuse me, are you smoking something?"
Yeah bitch, we over here gettin' blunted
Rockin' & rollin' wraps, Danzig Zags
We go long on the blunts so pass it back
I light 'em with candles, stoves, torches
Smoke killer weed in a villainous portrait
Craving that blunt 'cause it does it like no other
I smoke any way I can, but blunts are another
It's burning & smelling so sweet like a candle scented
Tasting the zag filled with fresh green heaven
Oh, my so high flashes like a strobe light
Hold tight to the weed it's gon' be all right
Had a day of stress, put you to the test
Sit back to this & pass it with VECT
I'm a heavyweight toker, so, when you smoke with me
Most get smoked under tables like they got knocked out the ring
Ding ding out cold, see me? Nah, no
I'm ninja fuck the popos
I'm Vegas yo fasho though
Sometimes I roll it by hand if I can, but rather use a roller
If you ain't down for smoking b's with V then stay sober
2 hits use your entire inhale or breath half
& that right there is called "puff puff pass"
Nah I swear to yall I'm not obsessed
But yes these are my versions of cigarettes
Light up your L's, spark up the dutch
Whatever you call it, just blaze up the blunt
See, I'm manic depressive so I get stressin' & undressin' weed
Blunts are my recipe the only vice I need, true
Mary J I admit, I need you
That 120 milli roller call it a moment of Zen
Big like truck tires, rollin' again & again
Getting in that Swish like I took a dive swim in it
Been fiendin' like a fyne bitch to be hittin' it
I'll fuck with any blunt, for them a slut I am
Burned with many people, that was it, blunt night stands
Getting the seal licked like pussy across lips
Rapping while wrapping that green package zip
Hahaha, yall smoke 'em celibrational
Call me an addict cause I don't smoke 'em occasional
Wa- waaait a minute, stop the beat, this shit is roached....but I got b's like a hive. Aright, I'm going back in

Smoke it down to a roach then pipe it or re-roll it
I'ma show ya if you ain't knowing the art of blunt smoking
Fuck cigars with tobacco. that's wack yo, then I slice
Got a pound to myself 'bout to binge nice
Nah I'ma blunt addict, fuck the syringe
Roll a Cuban to it, oh, yo, let's do this bitch
Smoking laaaa, la, la-la
This a brown space shuttle we'll be so high
Burnt like the sun
Smoke til I crash out from the sky
Rivers of weed at night, watch the adult's swim [Adult Swim]
Rolling Shake like Aqua Teen, blunts like woods lots of tree
Preferred way to light is a torch lighter or Bic
Call it blunt force ganja to the head with this
I got the best for a wake & bake
With what you got you're waking up to cereal, I wake with steak
Chiefin' thick smoke in the AM, cooking like breakfast
Blunt roaches madly adding call it infested
I might be Dutch for how much I toke them
I speak as blunt as I fucking smoke yeah
Smoking on some bomb as it bombards me
Stoner ass dread head like Bob Marley
Now, my favorite way to smoke is a tip blunt
In this paper this is how you hella get ripped up
I'm going up like a flight so I pack this shit
"They take up too much weed" man don't act a bitch
I'm high as the moon fogged up by blunt clouds
We're in the end zone of the blunt pass the touchdown
Smoke like a bus crash then we get blunt raps
We hit like collisions then we get blunt wraps
I'm up all night lit like a street light post
Blunted version of Myers, Michael
I wrap mics & blunts both in hand & hit 'em hard
This is stone age like cavemen hittin' dutches til we tards
I put the "B" in "Bradford" & on High street ton tokes
In Rangely I brought tidal waves of Kush blunt smoke
If you roll this bomb dosia let's explode it
No bowls necessary, don't want that bullshit
Here comes a weed coma I crash in the ash tray...after last hit
It's motherfuckin' UnBLUNTlievable
I make it motherfuckin' UnBLUNTlievable
Roll a blunt, pack a dutch
Stay high like a ceilin', Portrait Ov A Villain