Madvillain ft. Quasimoto - America's Most Blunted Lyrics

Come out to show them
Like, open the bruise up
And let some of the bruise blood come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them
Come out to show them, come out to show them, come out to show them

(Music) bad weed right there
Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world (to' up)
Most cannabis consumers report it second only to sex
And grass will change your musical habits for the better"

America's most blunted
Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard
Me rhythm now, huh?
If you'll all gather close around the phonograph
Who those motherfuckers comin' in here?

Where Quas at?
Yo
DOOM, you got the trees?

America's most blunted

Quas, when he really hit star mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like their cracks in vials
Catch a tag, roll a bag of schwag in a Black and Mild
He twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top go, bust before beef start
At the Stop'n'Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
America's most blunted, yeah, yo
DOOM nominated for the best rolled Ls
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha'd, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a farm barn full
Recent research show it's not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it

America's most blunted
Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
The universal
The best in your perimeter

Man, I can't find that nigga Metal Face nowhere
America's most blunted

DOOM and Madvillain killin' mad boom
Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room
The beat conductor smoke twenty-four seven
Shady you can even ask my reverend
Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though
I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold
I spark the la, but don't fuck with speed or trees with seeds
Quasimoto crew, we get keyed
The most blunted on the map
The one astro black, in the alley, with a hood rat
Hood rat when you try to react
Even your pops got smack
Even your moms got crack
Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed
(Do you) drop X so you can have good sex (what? No)
I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank
I got the fat sack, shh, all day I'm on it
Who are we? America's most blunted

Comin' kinda stupid from the station
Amazing loops, loops, loops
The universal
America's most blunted

Creativity, it's a known fact that grass increases creativity
From eight to eleven times
In fact, everyone finds
That they're more creative stoned than straight

So remember
M-A-R-I-J-U
A-J-U-A-N-A
Mari
Juana
Marijuana