| You mix the blood of Christ with Bruce Campbell
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| Puff the Evil Dead, once, twice
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| And got an Army of Darkness handle on my heater, so
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| Watch your back when I follow the leader, don’t
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| Sweat the technique or the weed I roll
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| She’s seen the low
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| Donnie Darko still dippin the engines
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| Me and Tame like the crimson guards from different dimensions
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| Convertible Tims, perverted with ends
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| Manipulation of the truth like my hyperbole friends
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| Shotty in the john I’m like Vincent Vegas fix them haters
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| While six ho’s blow me and a pimp with pissed on gators
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| Chinatown Dumbledore bootleggin my shit
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| Cause they sell in the stores what I sell on the net
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| I got more juice than Beetle
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| Little Robbie Kenevil skipped across
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| Rikki Leaky Lake before she did a show on diesel
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| The steez climb from the bag into the book
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| Listen, I’m out to let them heaters cook like PPP in the kitchen
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| Look at all the death that’s surroundin us
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| Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us
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| Bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush
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| Then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust
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| I dip my cigarettes in the most wicked of liquids
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| That have me blackin out like six solar eclipses
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| Flip like light switches, I’m unpredictable with it
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| With blunts that smell funny, the insides is minted
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| Adjust my brain with the effect of purple rain
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| Wet up, full of sherm, dead up, fried and messed up
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| My Newport warped off illy makin me silly
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| Brain rotted and toxic, now I’m fifty one fifty
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| As the world turns the sherm is spinnin me backwards
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| Knockin me off axis, I’m soakin my Dutch Masters
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| Outta control until my high go down, I mix 2 liters of leak per hydro pound
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| It’s like dreamin with your eyes open
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| Knowin what’s up but you can’t control nothin so you might go nuts
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| I lose focus off the hocus pocus, smokin ferocious
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| Exceeding any and all known medical doses
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| Look at all the death that’s surroundin us
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| Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us
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| Bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush
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| Then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust
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| My brain thinks around the holes in it
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| Infinite running stream of consciousness I could drown in in any minute
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| Leave a shot up duck to die in a dead goose
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| Spidey hits the maryjane and he lets the web loose
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| Swing from bitch to ho like buildings
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| In the same shirt my pops was killed in
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| Blunt got more juice than 3 dead children
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| Leak brothers blast off then blast for the cake
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| First to die gets smoked by the crew after the wake
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| This is our brain on drugs
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| We get a buzz and write the sickest lyrics ever that was
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| With the rush of the vanilla dutch pretty much roll it with an intricate dutch
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| Blaze it up and we start thinkin too much
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| Mix the goodie with some backyard boogie to stretch it
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| Listen to records for a message and use various methods
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| Smoke Garcia Vegas for breakfast
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| Herb got me slurrin my S’s makin me restless, fresh from off the guest list
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| Look at all the death that’s surroundin us
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| Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us
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| Bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush
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| Then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leak Bros. (Feat. Tame One) , by - Cage. Song from the album Weatherproof, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп