dirt - smyth lyrics
before you cats ask if the art-a-fact you fossilized
land in the sand transplanted ostrich eyes
you do not survive ‘less you plot to dive a bit deeper
plop til you gotta lotta slop on ya t-shirt
inspectin isostasy kickin in the lith tough
h-m-genous with ny sicilian thick crust
then anotha clown drown in the verse busted
cause when i rock-it’s-power, surf’s up kid
i used to be a ray-ging ottomatic reggie twister
but squidabbled from swishers, still a cl-ssy henny sipper, yet
only on december 4th i’ll act a fool with it
the other 364, it’s ginger tea and turmeric
i’m zoomin with the goonies thru the center of the earth
tunes can turn to movies thru invention in the words
it usually don’t suit me sniffin stenches on the turf
so i packed up my bags and headed for the dirt
rooted in the grain, it’s where i stay mayne
cl-ssics in construction, i grabbed a grey crane
they yeln-at-smyth, but i don’t hear the phonies
said i dig zero holes, but i’m hector zeroni
like a braided pie i made earth’s crust zig zag
layed top soil from a churned stuffed big bag
you’re clyde livingston’s new suede shoes
i’m how they look 162 games used
grimey emcees kick rhymes we feel
so i’m el-p’s 6th bar of lie, cheat, steal
julius hodge hit in the nuts from chris paul
when pokemon creators hear it, muk must evolve
salim and armando’s attempt at a purge venture
aes rock’s target audience for his first effort
fungas gnats, beetle grubs, leafminers, termites
united by future’s prefix to the word sprite
stunk from the skunk and the gunk that’s upon me
and stumbled on a trunk full of game like jumanji
funky cold menudo, judo chop to get my mojo back
appreciate the kudos, what it do though cause i need a stack
i’m jay buhner with a tumor on my frontal lobe
funnelin bundles through a tunnel in the thunderdome
prone to roll like a paranoid potato bug
escape the plug without ever payin for the drugs
i’m not a thug but i will be ‘fore the record spins
just don’t check my record, ask my family or any friends
if many men wish death upon 50 cent
how many people wanna k!ll you for a dollar then
hollerin’ loud with mids up in the splee
slide into 3rd b-ss, kick the dirt off my cleats
you ain’t gotta search too far for slicky d
crack open the earth and tell me what you see
spencer thank you for this, this is disgusting
i am uh, in awe
i’m about to puke my lunch up
and… i’m putting it on right now
bye
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