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Let Me Blow Ya Mind
- Blunted Shaman, blast from the past,
- Like bumper stickers that read gas, grass or ass,
- Thats the philosophy when he cruise the ave,
- Bitches on the curb like who the fuck is that?
- Simmer down, know them panties in a drought,
- Flood em out when Shaman come around, calm down,
- He just a man, the flesh weak the spirit willing,
- If his good looks dont do it, he turn to lyric killin,
- Hear it fillin, a pyrric villain, he steer it thrillin,
- Conversations in places start bitches peelin,
- Their drawers off, when I spit, I blow the doors off,
- Pop a couple Klonopin, blow a blunt and doze off,
- Been known once or twice to snort my fuckin nose off,
- Strip off my thong and blow the fuckin hos toes off,
- Time to rise and grind, for the daily shine. Cotton mouth, eyes dry, blunts to the side.
- Luscious with my money, gangsta with my honeys, dedicated to the game and what's inside.
- Listen to the name and watch the shaman rise, taking out all your woman, big fuckin surprise.
- Don't knock my set, protect ya fuckin neck. Get blunted with the shaman, sit back and watch him wreck,
- Loaded gun and an etch a sketch,
- Hedge ya bet, dont need lighters,
- I light cigarettes off cigarettes,
- Planned parenthood preferred proper poppa,
- Shoot armadas, don the stigmata,
- Vodka guava with a mama meditatin toward nirvana,
- I dont believe in karma, even less in drama,
- I only believe in bomb marijuana,
- Dont give it a name, I wont give it a eulogy,
- Lethal lunacy, the Shaman move ruthlessly,
- Kick the family jewelry, fuck with me, leave fruitlessly,
- Your best kind of day, thats my usually,
- Fools new to me be like stop rhymin crucially
- My spirit made its bones in the desert sands,
- Hand to hands under yellow lamps, a couple grams,
- A day keep the doctors away, smoke my way to sanity,
- Lemme blow ya mind with good dick and some profanity,
- Time to rise and grind, for the daily shine. Cotton mouth, eyes dry, blunts to the side.
- Luscious with my money, gangsta with my honeys, dedicated to the game and what's inside.
- Listen to the name and watch the shaman rise, taking out all your women, bug fuckin surprise surprise.
- Don't knock my set, protect ya fuckin neck. Get blunted with the shaman, sit back and watch him wreck
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