My mission the commission of the dishin' out for facts

Cuz when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks

So get back to the basics and face it

The American dream ain't what it seems

With lies they've laced it

Can't you taste it?

See they baste it in an imitation butter

We've ate it and realized it's not nature to mother

Generic like no other

Man fuck big brother



The Kottonmouth King Klick

Are you blind or somethin'?

Are you blind to the fact

You think that this system

That this society sees any other color other than green?

Well it's all slave driven'

The illusion of ownership in America

Properting is theft

How we livin' ?



The bong tokin' alcoholics

The bong tokin' alcoholics

The bong tokin' alcoholics

The bong tokin' alcoholics



Gettin' bent every night is the thing we do

I get up every day in the afternoon

I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower

I gotta hurry up I got a date in a hour

Well I call my boy X on the shower phone

"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone

By the way I got the freaks on wait

Call up the krew, hook it up. Late."

I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla

D-loc picked up said, "What's up balla?"

Just drop in a dime and tell him about this party

There'll be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties

I'll call Bobby let him know the plan

And we'll bounce through in the nitrate van

We'll take a road trip, 40 sip on the way

Oh yeah X comin' through with some freaks from the Bay



Bong tokin' alcoholics

The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it

The bong tokin' alcoholics

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