| «Nah man not this motherfucker ass.»
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| «Don't let him light it up.»
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| «No man we tight you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg»
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| Here he comes in his ice cream truck once again
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| Selling bags of bullshit when its gonna end?
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| Having little ass kids that don’t know any better
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| Smoking bags of mud dust and calling it shredder
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| You could eat your weed just pop it in like popcorn
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| Because its all seeds and it’s god damn wrong
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| I chase fags like you when you show me the bag
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| For trying to insult my smarts with this fucking schwag
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| I smoke crumble and get so high I can’t see
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| Come down and then I got your ass standing before me
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| With a bag of barn floor like «Trying to smoke one up»
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| Mr. sesame fucking seed ass shut up
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| You need punch for every headache hit that I took
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| Fuck off my jock before I rock your block
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| And send you back to your connect with your eyes swollen money gone but your
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| weed ain’t stolen «keep that shit»
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| Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag
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| It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
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| A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| Sesame seed no bun for a bag
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| Instead of weed you should call it little pebbles and crack
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| What? |
| You got a bag of jawbreakers mixed with dirt
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| Why is it that every time I smoke my nose bleed and head hurt?
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| I ain’t buying your shit no more I swear
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| Need the sticky icky green with the bright white glare
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| Keep stepping! |
| «Can't sell here!»
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| Don’t need your blunts popping burning facial hair
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| I would rather quit smoking then buy your drama
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| Nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster
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| Chasing me down, serving me up
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| Seed weasel goes pop when the pipes lit up
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| When now your ache same old thing
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| Pillow case all bloody with my head on sting
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| I’m aggravated but what can I do?
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| Weed man wanna be whats wrong with you?
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| Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag
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| It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
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| A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| I seen the artificial dope man selling bags of trick
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| It was just crumb without the next straight up bullshit
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| I pulled the car over and I beat his ass down
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| For even trying to sell it even at a hundred a pound
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| We must rid the earth, it’s wrong it exists
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| Either way we always end up smoking his shit
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| All you over riding fuckers all you gots is seeds
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| And your shit look like a fucking bag of Rice Crispies
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| My weed man gets the shit and poured it from his suit
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| And these rainforest riding on spinning 24's
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| And you ride around the neighborhood on a unicycle
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| Selling that wrong to people who don’t know right, though
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| So get bitched slapped off it and cough up them green bags
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| I’m eating at your weed sack bitch you eating that
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| I’m beating that ass for them headache bags
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| It’s cause cause of you people don’t even smoke like Shaggz
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| «That's the fuck I’m saying man. |
| Y’all motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit
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| man. |
| Y’all sell stems and seeds and shit. |
| If I’m gonna smoke I’m gonna smoke
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| some premium»
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| Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag
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| It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
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| A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| I don’t need no sesame seed, I don’t need no sticks and hay
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| You ain’t gonna sell that shit that weeds more like a give away
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| Raffle it off to little kids for there school lunch change
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| Walking through the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain
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| Voice all raspy, clothes really stink
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| Smelling like a bonfire, what you think?
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| And got the nerve to ask where I’ve been
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| Far the fuck away from u and your bag of peanut friends
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| No hard feelings but your shit sucks
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| After breaking down an ounce I only got 3 blunts
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| So fuck you weed man stop selling
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| I’m not a fucking snitch but I’m in the mood for telling
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| Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag
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| It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
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| A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?)
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| Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?
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| (Fuck is wrong with you?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mr. Sesame Seed , by - ABK. Song from the album Psychopathics from Outer Space Part 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп