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cold sag scumbag - hock tu down lyrics

drop the dope and run that spliff
smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag sh*t
drop the dope and run that spliff
smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag

[verse 1]
i bootleg sh*t, sh*t on your big budget lp
f*ck your words of wisdom only the drugs can help me
i worship ism and look unhealthy, and only mission purple pillin’ cause’ i prefer the earth when trippin’
eighth blazin’ then dance around my burning murder victim with my face painted
strange ain’t the word, programmed to fail
tell a crew of corpses “no banter”
opportunity knocks but i don’t answer
romance a ho no handed, split to the nothingness
bounced back to the house that rap built and i’m squattin’ in
you get filled in for nodding in agreement with a topic i believe in
achieving nothing is my only career option
that feared wrongin’, i clocked you acting ill rocking a fools platinum grill at the hypest show ever with your crew standing still

drop the dope and run that spliff
smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag

[verse 2]
get your blunt blagged off ya
we tote tree trunk splabs with a hunchback posture
a mean c*nt like gene hunt (b*st*rd!)
my exhibition on k!lling you, your crew applaud the speech
dr. scott, i brainwash with surgical saws and bleach
walk the streets backwards, off balance babbling
master in anger management now i switch at will
you think i’m chill until i have your man and them laughing on the other side of their face when i’m happy slapping them
pass the baggy and run that spliff
smoke the whole sack cold sag an anvil in a punch bag
buddha sativa stuffed in my reefer
yes i’m blunted, no sh*t i hock and cough up resin and smoke it
i pray and pray for my own downfall welcome to my mind where happy thoughts are outlawed
it’s mr. wrong, unequaled sk!ll, an autistic savant, my special ability is being ill
too ignorant to pr*nounce the word properly
bouncing out the house with an ounce of herb on me
but f*ck the skunk, who wants to get drunk?
throw your hands in the air and knuckle someone else in their face
but f*ck the skunk who wants to get drunk?
throw your hands in the air and knuckle someone else in their face

[verse 3]
vodka shot vodka shot to the gut, probably f*cked, your bottles gone mines polished off
props to roger protz poured a shrine, aimed to drink 300 beers to drive dry before i die
lord if i ever have a suitable reason, never tell me
mr. what*your*sisters*doing*this*evening
try chewing on these and set yourself free
blah pressure lp, f*ck your rhyme
i’m general stubblebine when i’m drunk and high
try and pass through a solid object then bump my head and wonder why
check the epic blunt design, prozium doused spliff
the kid wet the humble pie and then boasted about it

drop the dope and run that spliff
smoke the whole bag cold sag scumbag sh*t
drop the dope kid, run that spliff
smoke the whole bag cold sag f*cking scumbag sh*t

- hock tu down lyrics

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