America's Most Blunted


When he really hits star-mode 
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode 
Or take a whole car load on a wasted trip 
Or split White Owls laced tip to tip with yip 
Some rather baggies, others like their crack in vials 
Roll a bag of shwag in a black and mild 
He twist Optimos, just the raw leaf part 
The list top go bust before a beef start 
At the Stop-N-Go mart acting like a spirit host done it 
America's most blunted 

DOOM nominated for the best rolled L's 
And they wonder how he dealt with stress so well 
Wild guess - you could say he stayed sedated 
Some say booted, some say faded 
Some day pray that he will grow a farm barn full 
Recent research shows it not so darn harmful 
Sometimes you might need to detox 
It can help you with your rhyme flow 
And your beat box 
Off spikes for your surprise 
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes 
Tear a page out the Good Book 
Hear it how you want it 
America's most blunted 

The Mad Villain killin' mad boom 
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room 
The beat conductor smoke 24-7 
You can even ask my reverend 
Willy knows 
How the Phillies roll, really 'doh 
I'll spend my last dough 
If you got the sticky gold? 
I spark da la 
But don't fuck with speed or trees with seeds 
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed 
The most blunted on the map 
The one astro black on an alley with a hood rat 
When you try to react 
Even your pops got smack 
Even your moms got crack 
While my bowl got packed 
Drop X so you could have good sex 
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank! 
I got the fat sack 
All day I'm on it 
America's most blunted