01-14-2015, 02:02 AM
(Note before we begin. To learn more about rap, you can read about Jack Skellington from the Norton supplemental e-book. [funny advertising, and never use brackets in parenthesis])
Smoke shrouds everything around me
G.
Black and Mild
Dollar twenty five y'all.
Y'all get loose, we're 'bout to grill us up more mother goose.
We'll twist that dour wren and pour on down some jungle juice.
Hailing from the land of limerick, is this brand new wood tip
and this sweet shit ain't no cheap trick.
Like cream of wheat or uncle Ben
Sans all that Tom, we stand as men.
With a bowtie here and a dew rag there,
the white o' all your joe will fill the air
and the poor mans crackle of a Swisher sweet
is like Sammy Hagar or some rotten meat.
Ain't talken 'bout love or cabo wabo my young buck,
this stuff is like the best of two buck chuck.
Smoke shrouds everything around me
G.
Black and Mild
Dollar twenty five y'all.
Smoke shrouds everything around me
G.
Black and Mild
Dollar twenty five y'all.
Y'all get loose, we're 'bout to grill us up more mother goose.
We'll twist that dour wren and pour on down some jungle juice.
Hailing from the land of limerick, is this brand new wood tip
and this sweet shit ain't no cheap trick.
Like cream of wheat or uncle Ben
Sans all that Tom, we stand as men.
With a bowtie here and a dew rag there,
the white o' all your joe will fill the air
and the poor mans crackle of a Swisher sweet
is like Sammy Hagar or some rotten meat.
Ain't talken 'bout love or cabo wabo my young buck,
this stuff is like the best of two buck chuck.
Smoke shrouds everything around me
G.
Black and Mild
Dollar twenty five y'all.