Ragweed

Intro:

Green is the color of summertime trees, listenin' you hear the wind in there (?)...

Yeah, got that sparkle jacket, shit smell chemical, volcanic shit, uh, yeah, that Yowie Dowie duck build, gettin' goofy, oil slick shit, pshh, helmet on

Verse:

Yo, yo, fresh paint berry rap, at a bristle
The pit ful, the wrap up in pistols
Holy Grail wax from seein' pixels (Yeah, man)
My uncle's pistol, escort me in the art gallery, I'm the minstrel (Psh, what?)
My focus done, my eyes can't open up
On stage I can't even open up
Hand sticky, Robitussin, soakin' blunts
Rocks in the syrup, codeine ocean front (Man)
Machine (?), blue dream, two Z's to chest
Greasy, bodega lamb meat, and pita bread
Pulp black chicks like Zebrahead (Ayo)
Zealots stuffed, I keep 'em fed
These fans need to make me, a bigger statue
Face had L's to my grill look shriveled as a winter apple
Tie box and gloves to my feet and kick punches
Refrigerator on planet Hof', my ribs sunken
Night at the Roxy in pomegranate cherry
Dead-ass (dead-ass) come from the club lookin' freshly unburied
I'm the Michael Jordan of this murder shit, Wayne Perry
Flow Gucci, pijama silk
Klingon in the tea
Psychonaut gels dropped in milk...