Puff, puff, then you gotta pass
It's three am and I'm stoned off my ass
Gotta pack up the mother fuckin bong
Dr. Franken-Rhyme, this my smokin' song
There ain't nothing wrong with a little sticky icky
But explaining the smell to my mom gets tricky
Got a bag of munchies and a pack of menthol




Smokin' all year, winter spring summer fall
Getting stoned off my balls and I don't give a fuck
Cuz life when your sober, it fucking sucks
Blue ducks and sluts, puppies and mutts
Playin x-box straight sittin on my butt
I won't amount to much, but I don't care
Cuz at least Franken Rhyme tops MC Squared
Long hair, no underwear, hearing impared
You say you wanna get high? Well, step in to my lair
You won't leave until you get your fix
Got my radio pumping Skrillex
Better chip in if you wanna hit the stash
Better sit down or you'll fall on your ass
Cuz I only smoke good shit, no poop schwag
Childish Gambino on your ass, swag
Cuz a sober day is a mother fucking waste
Fire up a bowl, man, it's time to get baked

Cuz I got more green the the top of a tree
And I got better rhymes then other MC's
So step in the circle, join the family
Cuz this ain't no bullshit like glee
Life's to hard to go alone
So dial me up on your cellie phone
You ain't even gotta give me dome
Yeah this is my smokin' song

Smoke one, smoke two, smoke three, smoke four
Five blunts, six blunts, I still want more
Fuck my health, live fast, die young?
Nigga what the fuck do you mean that your done?
I smoke till I'm dumb, naw I ain't got a gun
But I bet you I'd shoot a nigga if I had one
I don't give a fuck, life's too short for that
Probably blow my brains out if I had a gat
I got side tracked, this shit's about chronic
Naw, home boy, man, I ain't hooked on it
Cuz a nigga once said too much a good thing
Will ruin that shit, then what would I sing
About. Damn, nigga don't pout
Got another eighth of weed right here in the pouch
Why leave the couch, keep the shit real close
Cuz a nigga gotta butter his mother fuckin toast
I don't know what that means, don't care, I'm high
I don't give a fuck if you roll your eyes
I don't care if I die, I don't care if I live
I don't care if I take, I don't care if I give
No, I don't care, I just don't give a fuck
So what if you think that my lyric's suck
I ain't gotta impress you dog, fuck you
Cuz my ass windows 7, you a TI-82

Cuz I got more green the the top of a tree
And I got better rhymes then other MC's
So step in the circle, join the family
Cuz this ain't no bullshit like glee
Life's to hard to go alone
So dial me up on your cellie phone
You ain't even gotta give me dome
Yeah this is my smokin' song

Franken Rhyme still smoking, yeah, I'm tokin
I ain't jokin, I ain't choking
While you stroking your dick like a fool
I'm changing the game, mixing up the rules
Long hair and jammin' heavy metal all day
Yet I'm killing this track like my name was OJ
Rocking a flannel, blue red and gray
Sound of my voice even sweeter than a blue jay
But I ain't perfect, that's a fact
No I cant see my dick, man, why you gotta ask
Man, you wanna get smacked? Then don't give me smack
I got a mother fucker, I sold your mama crack
Got side tracked again, back to the song
Fuck this track, man, back to the bong
I just wanna smoke so I can forget
You got a girl and money, man, what do I get?
I ain't got shit to show for this life that I live
But a blackened pair of lungs from all them cigs
Pull the trig, kill me, dog, I'll fucking haunt you
Shock your mother fuckin' ass, call me Raichu
Now I'm wrapping this up, this rap's almost through
I electrify the game, man, call me Pikachu
But I just wanna say before I drop the mic
That I was high when I wrote this, a'ight?

Cuz I got more green the the top of a tree
And I got better rhymes then other MC's
So step in the circle, join the family
Cuz this ain't no bullshit like glee
Life's to hard to go alone
So dial me up on your cellie phone
You ain't even gotta give me dome
Yeah this is my smokin' song