Let’s get in the groove and let the good times roll,
We’re gonna stay here till we soothe our soul
even if it takes all night long, it may be 3 AM,
I can’t say but the hour is witching, beyond late,
before the sun peeks over the purple mountain majesty peaks,
take that purple furry herb and pass it to me
so I can roll it up dopely, such a work of art,
the blunt starts to cry, I’ll console it in my lungs right next to my heart,
“There, there, everything’s gonna be alright
as soon as I give you a light and you stop canoeing”,
I burn the ember never ending, blunts for days, it’s all I’m doing,
blue and green and violet,
doobie is so beautiful, I just wanna admire it,
no, fuck it!
Light that sucker up, pucker up and hit it,
now I hear voodoo music, Zu Zu Mamou,
your mind’s getting ripped off
like a rip of the bong,
I know you’re gonna cough
You can count it off and you can count on me
to be the illest motherfucker that you ever did see,
haven’t you heard that they’ve been telling ‘bout my return?
The hounds have been released,
my flow is Mr. Burns
Your girl came over to my crib on a thursday,
immediately, I heard her say:
“Gregree, I want you to lick my kitty so good,
make my pussy feel like it’s purrrsday”,
so you know that I did
and now that you got the gist of it
and her tits got my jizz on it
and if you want beef, I bet it’s probably a skirt steak
cause you’re such a bitch,
so hike up your dress
as I bless this track with spectacularness,
I am the King like Baratheon but I can not be killed,
I am the Boss of the Pantheon,
Zeus makes his living on shillings shining my shoes
and I throw him two bits cause I don’t give two shits
and all the nymphs just got on their knees to please my dick in worship
and I’ll allow it and then I’ll plow it into the fairest flower
and then roll and puff the purple lotus,
call this weed “Otis” cause my eyes are redding,
don’t fuck with Gregree cause I flow like a bloodletting
You can count it off and you can count on me
to be the illest motherfucker that you ever did see,
haven’t you heard that they’ve been telling ‘bout my return?
The hounds have been released,
my flow is Mr. Burns
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