[Dylan Ross]
Roll to the scene and I'm rolling a bone
Onion got me in a mystical zone
Flipping you off with the back of this tone
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Now it is on
Now it is on
Break out the sack and we smokin till dawn
Back until dusk [?] enough my brother rolling up a cone
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Rising up out of the ashes
Smoking on something that looks just like magic
Chiefing like habit, damn
I'm pa**ing the blunt and im back in the strunk 'cuz im hectic
I do not give a f** if I'm an addict
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If I had Anna, believe I could revert the static
I need the onion in my lungs so I reach for the bag
I break it down and roll it up then take a mystic drag
I do not smoke with those who don't even know how to zag
Back to thinking as I smoke with the ink until I think I'll have a heart attack
[[Hook]
It's the tales of the onion
Yes sir
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherf**ing onion
[x2]
[Big Crust]
How fat is the fattest blunt you've ever seen
The last blunt I rolled could have broke a triple beam
And if I had every blunt I think I ever smoked
I could stack them up and build myself a swisher home
I smoke my onion jawn and I smoke it to the dome
Exterminating buddha blunts and then I chief the roach
I fill the white owls to the brim with skunky flowers
Hearing spirits talking to me through the onion's mystic powers
Don't f** with cabbage only endo in the chicken
I pull the blunt so hard you think it is a strongman competition
To through wishing come the dreams I have of getting buck
You wanna smoke with me, then grab your bud and test your luck
I doubt you can keep up, all the funky in rotation
A whuirwind of smoke rises from our recreation
Baptized in optimo and the next step is creation
No hesitation I get higher then elevitation
[Hook]
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherf**ing onion
[x2]
[Dylan Ross]
That's DJ motherf**ing Sound
That's DJ motherf**ing Sound
That's DJ motherf**ing Sound
That's DJ motherf**ing Sound