Yo, yo, kid, you-you alright?
Yo, yo, stop blockin', kid
Yo, what's wrong, man?
Yo, no, oh (oh, shit, it's gonna blow)
Oh no, yo
Oh, shit
Yo, what the fuck is on yo' head, kid?
Is that brain I smell? (Oh)
You bet your sweet thug ass (oh, no)
That's right
We're back up in here
With a case of that blocka, blocka
Here to tell all you donies and donnettes
The real deal
From the makers of Ghost Weed comes:
Headless Horseman Weed
This shit is straight gold (ayo)
They make some bomb-ass weed
But this shit will fuck up my hairdo (braow)
Now I get high, but I never thought I'd get hurt (pow, braow)
Yo, last time I smoke that shit, holmes
I swore I heard horses
Every time I try to write a motherfuckin' rhyme
That shit was about horses
Remember, Ghost Weed:
It's American
