Madvillain - America's Most Blunted lyrics

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 habit's
For the better

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

Quas, when he really hit star mode
Never will he boost loose
Phillies with the bar-code (yeah, Woo)
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or sit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
(Yes) some rather baggies others like
Their cracks in vials catch a tag
Roll a bag of schwag in a Black & Mild
(Haha)
He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top go: bust before beef start
At the Stop-n-Go Mart
Actin' like a spirit host done it
America's most blunted (yeah, yo)
DOOM nominated for the best rolled L's
And they wondered how he dealt
With stress so well (Ugh)
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha-ed, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow
A farm barn full (Haha)
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful
(True)
Sometimes you might need to detox (A-, a-, a)
It can help you with your
Rhyme flow and your beat-box (A-, a-, a)
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a
Joint right before your eyes (A-, a-, a)
Tear a page out the good book
Hear it how you want it (A-, a-, a)

America's most blunted blunted, blunted
Haha, ha, hey
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Blunted, blunted haha, haha
Amazing loops, loops, lyrical hoops
The universal sal, sal, sal, sal, sal, sal
(The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the
The best in your perimeter) sweeter, woop
Yo, I can't find that
Nigga Metal Face nowhere a-, a-, a-, a-
America's most blunted oh, alright
Alright
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted

DOOM, the Madvillain killing mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til
We perfume the room
The Beat Konducta smoke twenty-four-seven
Shady, you can even ask my reverend
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll
Really though i spend my last dough to
Pick up the sticky gold (Oh shit)
I spark the lah, but don't with speed (Shh)
Or trees with seeds, Quasimoto crew
We get keyed (Tried to tell)
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley
With a hoodrat
Hoodrat, when you try to react
Shut the up! Even your pops got smacked
(O oh) even your moms got cracked
Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed
Drop X so you can have good sex (What, no)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
(Watch this here)
I got the fat sack, shh all day I hunt it
Who are we? America's most blunted

Blunted, blunted, blunted blah, blah, blah
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Blah, blah, blah b-, b-
Blunted, blunted i don't care
Amazing loops, loops, lyrical hoops
The universal
(Catch you coming out your crib, nigga)
America's most blunted
Blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted, blunted

Creativity, it's a known fact
That grass increases creativity
From eight, to 11 times in fact, everyone
Finds that they're more creative stoned
Than straight so remember:
M-a-r-ij-u, a-j-u-a-n-a mar-i-juana
Mari-juana