Leak Bros. (Feat. Tame One) - Cage

You mix the blood of Christ with Bruce Campbell

Puff the Evil Dead, once, twice

And got an Army of Darkness handle on my heater, so

Watch your back when I follow the leader, don’t

Sweat the technique or the weed I roll

She’s seen the low

Donnie Darko still dippin the engines

Me and Tame like the crimson guards from different dimensions

Convertible Tims, perverted with ends

Manipulation of the truth like my hyperbole friends

Shotty in the john I’m like Vincent Vegas fix them haters

While six ho’s blow me and a pimp with pissed on gators

Chinatown Dumbledore bootleggin my shit

Cause they sell in the stores what I sell on the net

I got more juice than Beetle

Little Robbie Kenevil skipped across

Rikki Leaky Lake before she did a show on diesel

The steez climb from the bag into the book

Listen, I’m out to let them heaters cook like PPP in the kitchen

Look at all the death that’s surroundin us

Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us

Bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush

Then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust

I dip my cigarettes in the most wicked of liquids

That have me blackin out like six solar eclipses

Flip like light switches, I’m unpredictable with it

With blunts that smell funny, the insides is minted

Adjust my brain with the effect of purple rain

Wet up, full of sherm, dead up, fried and messed up

My Newport warped off illy makin me silly

Brain rotted and toxic, now I’m fifty one fifty

As the world turns the sherm is spinnin me backwards

Knockin me off axis, I’m soakin my Dutch Masters

Outta control until my high go down, I mix 2 liters of leak per hydro pound

It’s like dreamin with your eyes open

Knowin what’s up but you can’t control nothin so you might go nuts

I lose focus off the hocus pocus, smokin ferocious

Exceeding any and all known medical doses

Look at all the death that’s surroundin us

Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us

Bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush

Then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust

My brain thinks around the holes in it

Infinite running stream of consciousness I could drown in in any minute

Leave a shot up duck to die in a dead goose

Spidey hits the maryjane and he lets the web loose

Swing from bitch to ho like buildings

In the same shirt my pops was killed in

Blunt got more juice than 3 dead children

Leak brothers blast off then blast for the cake

First to die gets smoked by the crew after the wake

This is our brain on drugs

We get a buzz and write the sickest lyrics ever that was

With the rush of the vanilla dutch pretty much roll it with an intricate dutch

Blaze it up and we start thinkin too much

Mix the goodie with some backyard boogie to stretch it

Listen to records for a message and use various methods

Smoke Garcia Vegas for breakfast

Herb got me slurrin my S’s makin me restless, fresh from off the guest list

Look at all the death that’s surroundin us

Eject into my cigarette just to be down with us

Bring a chick to the moon if she down to crush

Then get back to the planet just to cop a pound of dust