
America’s Most Blunted Madvillain (Ft. Quasimoto)
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[Intro: Daniel Hamm, Jack Margolis & Madlib]
"Come out to show them—
Like, open the bruise up
And let some of the bruise blood
Come out to show them—
Come out to show them— come out to show them—
Come out to show them— come out to show them—
Come out to show them— come out to show them—"
"Music"
(Bad weed right there, infectious)
"Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world"
(To' up man)
"Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex"
(Woo)
"And grass will change your musical habits, for the better"
[Chorus: Phil Da Agony, Madlib, Edo. G, Pharoahe Monch, (Teri York), (Redman) & (Prodigy)]
A-, A-, A-, America's most blunted
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted
Where the trees at?
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
—Me rhythm now, huh?
(If you'll all gather close around the phonograph)
Let that thang burn
(Who those motherfuckers comin' in here?
No, it can't be)
Where Quas at?
(Yo)
(Catch you coming out your crib, nigga)
DOOM, you got the trees?
A-, A-, A-, America's most blunted
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted
Good
"Come out to show them—
Like, open the bruise up
And let some of the bruise blood
Come out to show them—
Come out to show them— come out to show them—
Come out to show them— come out to show them—
Come out to show them— come out to show them—"
"Music"
(Bad weed right there, infectious)
"Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world"
(To' up man)
"Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex"
(Woo)
"And grass will change your musical habits, for the better"
[Chorus: Phil Da Agony, Madlib, Edo. G, Pharoahe Monch, (Teri York), (Redman) & (Prodigy)]
A-, A-, A-, America's most blunted
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted
Where the trees at?
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
—Me rhythm now, huh?
(If you'll all gather close around the phonograph)
Let that thang burn
(Who those motherfuckers comin' in here?
No, it can't be)
Where Quas at?
(Yo)
(Catch you coming out your crib, nigga)
DOOM, you got the trees?
A-, A-, A-, America's most blunted
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted
Good
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