Cage, Tame One - Leak Bros lyrics

You mix the blood of
Christ with Bruce Campbell
Puff the Evil Dead, once, twice
And got an Army of Darkness
Handle on my heater, so
Watch your back when I follow the leader
Don't sweat the technique or the weed I roll
She's seen the low
Donnie Darko still dippin the engines
Me and Tame like the crimson
Guards from different dimensions
Convertible Tims, perverted with ends
Manipulation of the truth like
My hyperbole friends
Shotty in the john I'm like
Vincent Vega fix them haters
While six ho's blow me and a
Pimp with pissed on gators
Chinatown Dumbledore bootleggin my shit
Cause they sell in the stores what
I sell on the net
I got more juice than Beetle
Little Robbie Knievel skipped across
Ricki Leaky Lake before she did
A show on diesel
The steez'll climb from the bag into the book
Listen, I'm out to let them heaters
Cook like PPP in the kitchen

Look at all the death that's surroundin us
Eject into my cigarette just to
Be down with us bring a chick to the moon
If she down to crush
Then get back to the planet just
To cop a pound of dust

I dip my cigarettes in the
Most wicked of liquids
That have me blackin out
Like six solar eclipses
Flip like light switches
I'm unpredictable with it
With blunts that smell funny
The insides is minted
Adjust my brain with the
Effect of Purple Rain
Wet up, full of the sherm, dead up
Fried and messed up
My Newport warped off illy makin me silly
Brain rotted and toxic
Now I'm fifty one fifty
As the world turns the sherm
Is spinnin me backwards knockin me off axis
From soakin my Dutch Masters
Outta control until my high go down
I mix 2 liters of leak per hydro pound
It's like dreamin with your eyes open
Knowin what's up but you can't control nothin
So you might go nuts
I lose focus off the hocus pocus
Smokin ferocious
Exceeding any and all known medical doses

Look at all the death that's surroundin us
Eject into my cigarette just to
Be down with us bring a chick to the moon
If she down to crush
Then get back to the planet just
To cop a pound of dust

My brain thinks around the holes in it
Infinite running stream of conscious I
Could drownin in any minute
Leave a shot up duck to die in a dead goose
Spidey hit's the Mary Jane and
He lets the web loose
Swing from bitch to ho like buildings
In the same shirt my pops was killed in
Blunt got more juice than 3 dead children
Leak Brothers blast off then
Blast for the cake
First to die gets smoked by
The crew after the wake

This is our brain on drugs
We get a buzz and write the
Sickest lyrics ever that was
With the rush of the vanilla dutch
Pretty much roll it with an intricate touch
Blaze it up and we start thinkin too much
Mix the goodie with some backyard
Boogie to stretch it
Listen to records for a message
And use various methods
Smoke Garcia Vegas for breakfast
Herb got me slurrin my S's makin me restless
Fresh from off the guest list

Look at all the death that's surroundin us
Eject into my cigarette just to
Be down with us bring a chick to the moon
If she down to crush
Then get back to the planet just
To cop a pound of dust