America's Most Blunted

Quas

When he really hits star-mode

Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode

Or take a whole car load on a wasted trip

Or split White Owls laced tip to tip with yip

Some rather baggies, others like their crack in vials

Roll a bag of shwag in a black and mild

He twist Optimos, just the raw leaf part

The list top go bust before a beef start

At the Stop-N-Go mart acting like a spirit host done it

America's most blunted

DOOM nominated for the best rolled L's

And they wonder how he dealt with stress so well

Wild guess - you could say he stayed sedated

Some say booted, some say faded

Some day pray that he will grow a farm barn full

Recent research shows it not so darn harmful

Sometimes you might need to detox

It can help you with your rhyme flow

And your beat box

Off spikes for 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

DOOM

The Mad Villain killin' mad boom

Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room

The beat conductor smoke 24-7

Shadey!

You can even ask my reverend

Willy knows

How the Phillies roll, really 'doh

I'll spend my last dough

If you got the sticky gold?

I spark da 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 on an alley with a hood rat

When you try to react

Even your pops got smack

Even your moms got crack

Meanwhile

While my bowl got packed

Gulp!

Drop X so you could have good sex

I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank!

I got the fat sack

Shhh

All day I'm on it

America's most blunted