DJ Krypto - Punchbowl Punk lyrics

(Why with the help of a good kind friend, you can be turned on, make the scene, blow gra**, smoke reefers, or pot, joints or mary janes. Those are just a few of the cool, groovy names for marijuana. And if gra** doesn't make it for you baby, and especially if you need to be in, well you can always drop a cap of acid. And that's the real stuff. Very very cool, very very groovy.) Albany brew. J23 what up. Deck out in Vegas, yo Lenny, what up. Bad Touch, Box, Sebrox, Complex what up man. Supercoven. Yeah Yo I just licked a set of stamps to lift me off On this drug you couldn't piss me off This sh** is pure The summer wind hit my face with sweat beads bigger than crystal balls I am now the king of the crystal hall I stay burnt like Tijuana laborers in paint Just give me a gigantic bong hit til I f**ing faint I get up and write an album for my cla**mates So I don't die from them stomach strains and hunger pains Here comes the rain Peace to Krypto for giving me beats hyper than shipments of bundled 'caine I'm coming to London just to run a train Smoke tons of haze, munch an eighth til I'm leaning on the wall like my uncle's cane I'm not trying to self inflate I'm sure everyone can make an album in a few days Sell it, and barely get payed But I'm not hearing sh** so what's the f**ing wait Let's eat this birthday cake I only offer d**h I'm off the head like a strict Buddhist with honey frosted dreads I'm bored to d**h, I'm doing more than mesc That's why laying on the floor feels like a waterbed