[Intro]
Watch cases are convenient hiding places
The value of drugs [???] is enormous
Recently, a huge supply of heroin was taken
It was concealed in a powdery, harmless shipment of 35 barrels of olive oil
The deadly drug was burned in an incinerator of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing
And more vicous, more deadly than these soul destroying drugs is the menace of marijuana
[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
[Verse 1]
Uh, here’s a tab of acid for your ear (Uh)
You’re the plastic, I’m the passion and the magic in the air (What?)
The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near
The labyrinth of Pan’s Lab is adamantly here (Hahaha)
No assignments, book of rhyming and I’m drawing doodles
I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles
Ramadan, I’m the don of the diamond jewels (Uh)
Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles
I’m a kamikaze and I’m kinda cuckoo
I could write a fucking book, non-Kamasutral ([???])
You niggas goofies, it's a conflict that is kinda crucial ([???])
Caught you on the nine in all blue yelling, "I’m a neutral"
But I’ma let the bull pass like matadors ([???])
Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor ([???])
Metamorphoses and I’m a fuckin anamorph
I used to go to school with Anna Fedele and Danny Whorf (Hehe)
Remember I used to bang with the bad ones ([???])
'Til my grandmama told on her grandson
Mama said that I was way too handsome
To be throwing the hand’s son, breaking walls like Samson
But I’ma throw a tantrum 'til I’m on every Samsung ([???])
Sanyo and handheld and handgun ([???])
Please put ya lighter’s up 'til life is up, then light it up
And slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough
The nicest blunt, the nicest stuff
My niggas out here rapping a lot
I know you think y'all on, hiding Reggie sacks in your socks ([???])
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock
.4’s for 15, yeah my niggas, we be taxing a lot
Only the goofies, though, choking on a doobie though
My eyes do be low, two be rolled, remember days of the Rufio
Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man
Brrang dang to Lil' B and bang a-rang to Peter Pan ([???])
Watch cases are convenient hiding places
The value of drugs [???] is enormous
Recently, a huge supply of heroin was taken
It was concealed in a powdery, harmless shipment of 35 barrels of olive oil
The deadly drug was burned in an incinerator of the Bureau of Engraving and Printing
And more vicous, more deadly than these soul destroying drugs is the menace of marijuana
[Chorus]
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
To be worried 'bout my brain cells now
I burned too many brain cells down
[Verse 1]
Uh, here’s a tab of acid for your ear (Uh)
You’re the plastic, I’m the passion and the magic in the air (What?)
The flabbergasted avalanche of ambulances near
The labyrinth of Pan’s Lab is adamantly here (Hahaha)
No assignments, book of rhyming and I’m drawing doodles
I should rhyme rhyme with Ramen Noodles
Ramadan, I’m the don of the diamond jewels (Uh)
Fond of finding a way to kindly tell these toddlers toodles
I’m a kamikaze and I’m kinda cuckoo
I could write a fucking book, non-Kamasutral ([???])
You niggas goofies, it's a conflict that is kinda crucial ([???])
Caught you on the nine in all blue yelling, "I’m a neutral"
But I’ma let the bull pass like matadors ([???])
Versus a Minotaur, verse is a metaphor ([???])
Metamorphoses and I’m a fuckin anamorph
I used to go to school with Anna Fedele and Danny Whorf (Hehe)
Remember I used to bang with the bad ones ([???])
'Til my grandmama told on her grandson
Mama said that I was way too handsome
To be throwing the hand’s son, breaking walls like Samson
But I’ma throw a tantrum 'til I’m on every Samsung ([???])
Sanyo and handheld and handgun ([???])
Please put ya lighter’s up 'til life is up, then light it up
And slice a cut, the night is young, it’s nice enough
The nicest blunt, the nicest stuff
My niggas out here rapping a lot
I know you think y'all on, hiding Reggie sacks in your socks ([???])
I hang with niggas, whole jab in the jock
.4’s for 15, yeah my niggas, we be taxing a lot
Only the goofies, though, choking on a doobie though
My eyes do be low, two be rolled, remember days of the Rufio
Remember the Days of Chan-Man and the Skeeter Man
Brrang dang to Lil' B and bang a-rang to Peter Pan ([???])
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