Dirty Heads, Del the Funky Homosapien - Smoke Rings lyrics

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

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

Rollin' up some grass, call it weed, huh
(Landing on your feet, call it speed, huh)
Nothing but love
Gettin' high up as the stars at night

My feet walk steady, my heart beats heavy
My well ran dry, had no luck at the levee
I'm lyrically a genius, like Fergie and Jesus
It's like a lightning bolt hit
The tip of my penis
The opposite of cleanest
Parallel with passed out
One sip away from runnin' round
With my pants down
Apparently I'm underground
Sound-breaking barriers
Everybody take cover, danger area
I got a feeling this beat's
Been to Hell and back
You can see the horns stickin'
Straight through my Raider cap
Smoke rings billow out the
Window of my Cadillac this beat's the weed
And I'm the fucking cataract

Rollin' up some grass, call it weed, huh
(Landing on your feet, call it speed, huh)
Nothing but love
Gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothing but love
Gettin' high up as the stars at night

Diesel I rap-rock, my mascot is Sasquatch
Rap for the have nots, thieves get a padlock
If not call Matlock
I'ma slap box with your ass
While I snap shots
Dunces that think outside the box
And outfox proud cops
As soon as the style drops
I'll leave your towel mopped
I'm wild high, more arms than an octopus
More buttons than I could push
To ignite ya tush
I manufacture the type of goods
That keep the Africans bootlegging
The new President
New resident in the White House
Like a night owl, with the lights out
Provide the right route
Parasites pounce and nibble on whatever
They can fiddle with
Which ain't much, cause they illiterate
Hit ya like a dirty syringe
From a personal friend
Thirty shurikens, inserting inside your skin

Rollin' up some grass, call it weed, huh
(Landing on your feet, call it speed, huh)
Nothing but love
Gettin' high up as the stars at night
Nothing but love
Gettin' high up as the stars at night