America's Most Blunted Lyrics

Lyric discussion by schoolofspool 

Cover art for America's Most Blunted lyrics by Madvillain

Come out to show them... Like open the bruise up, and let some of the blues blood come out to show them Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them... Music (bad weed right there; hit that shit) Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (toe up man) Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex And grass will change your musical habits, for the better

{"America's most blunted!"} {"Soon as he start sleepin, catchin you off guard"} {"If you'll all gather closer at the phonograph"} Where Quas at? {"Yo!"} Doom, you got the trees? {"America's most blunted!"}

[Doom] Quas, when he really hit scar 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 other like they cracks in vials Catch a tag, roll a bag of shwag in a Black'n'Mild 'Si twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part The list top gold, 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 foreign 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 {"America's most blunted!"}

{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"} {"Amazing loops, huh, loops, who.."} {"blunted"} {"The-th-the-best, the-th-best, the-the-the, the best in your perimeter"} Yo I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere (oh alright) {"America's most blunted!"}

[Quas] Doom! The Madvillain killin mad boom Consume weed 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 Spend my last dough, {last dough}, if you got the sticky gold Spark the lah, but don't {shh} with speed or trees with seeds Quasimoto crew, we get keyed, true The most blunted on the map The one astro black, in the alley, with a hoodrat Hoodrat! when you try to react {belch}Hahah, even your pops got smacked Even your moms got cracked Meanwhile.. While my bowl got packed Drop X so you can have good sex (what, no) I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank {yo, watch this shit grow} I got the fat sack {shh} all day I'm on it Who are we? {"America's most blunted!"}

{"Comin kinda stupid from the station"} {"blunted"} {"Amazing loops, Huh?, loops, Who? {"blunted"} {"America's most blunted!"} Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity from eight, to eleven times.
In fact, everyone finds that they're more creative stoned, than straight.
So remember! M-A-R-I-J-U... {xylophone} ... A-J-U-A-N-A {xylophone} Mari.. {xylo} ..juana {xylo} Mari-huana {xylo} {laughter}

just a few small corrections. classic indeed.