Smoke Rings Dirty Heads (Ft. Del the Funky Homosapien)

[Intro]
You're right, I am a rotten bastard
I admit it
But I'll tell you something
Even though I've got a lot of hate inside
I've got some friends who ain't got hate inside
They're filled with nothing but love
Their only crime is growing their hair long
Smoking a little grass and gettin' high
Lookin' to the stars at night

[Verse 1: Dirty J]
This is ridiculous, I have a sickness
The grass is always greener, I said fuck it, burn the picket fence
Pestilence, eyes rolled back, pure masculine
Moody little bitches I'm force-feeding you some estrogen
Always keep you wet, see, mermaid pussy
Ever seen the movie Kids, no legs, don't push me
I am making sculptures, you are using plaster
Screaming while your dreaming MCs need a dream catcher
You're not in my mind, you can't get the concept
You're not on my level, you might need a dubstep
Walking to the death, not walking with a cleft - lip
Sharp as an arrow tip, I'm just so sick of it
The smell is your upper lip
And I'm jacking off a sparrow while I'm crashing a pirate ship
Slow as molasses, quick as a whip
This beat's a filthy toilet, and I'm the fucking shit