America's Most Blunted (Explicit)-Madvillain/Quasimoto

Quas, when he really hit star mode Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black'n'Mild He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part The list top go: bust before beef start At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it {"America's most blunted!"} Yeah, yo DOOM nominated for the best rolled L's And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated Some say buddha'd, some say faded Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true) Sometimes you might need to detox It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox Off spite to your surprise Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom Consume w**d and drink brew 'til we perfume the room The beat conductor smoke twenty-four/seven Shady you can even ask my reverend Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold I spark the lah, but don't {f**k} with speed or trees with seeds Quasimoto crew, we get keyed The most blunted on the map The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat Hoodrat when you try to react Even your pops got smack Even your moms got crack Meanwhile!! While my bowl got packed (Do you?) Drop X so you can have good sex (What, no) I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}