War paint
• Written by SmokeTheHazeLG
Seven a.m, bedding down
Thinking bout them scary clowns
War paint leaking down
Axe in hand, ready to pounce
Maybe it's the weed
That Divine green
Blazed, making up stories
Of how things have been
Or the MD
Got me trippy nigga
Feeling VIP
Time to soar, chakra active
Couldn't keep back
Attractive
The Lord's hand on my left shoulder
Feeling heavy, stone boulder
So stayed the same, free
Rolling stoned -ER
Getting higher
But clean, head and shoulder
Ma team, French Toucher
Told them how to be
Saggy pants with degree
Study shit, get buried
Incinerated, soul flee
Ruby eyed, menacing
So how them girls love me?
Beats me
If music be the food of love, play on
Said shakes, old teddy bear
Taking his society head on
But the melody teared
Ripped appart, like the soul cairn
Travel through, loosened spirit
Flame blue, burning through
Arrow flew, hit the moose
Hunter drank mountain dew
Shook him down, had enough to make do
Beat him and out the truth was brewed
Potionmaker, truth bearer
Show me the path, no pits
Steak getting rarer, mummy throwing fits
Hitting with them tiny fists
Hate what they did to her
But non can stop fate
When it hits, hills at stake
And pretty jiggy niggers
Run and take the bate
That's when the shooting starts
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SmokeTheHazeLG
Member since January 6 2014