Songtext Leak bros Cage

Leak bros

[cage]
You mix the blood of Christ with Bruce Campbell plus the Evil Dead
once twice and got a 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
convertable tims perverted with ends
manipulation of the truth like my hot verbal leaf friend
shotty in the john I'm like Vincent Vegas fix them haters
while six ho's blow me and a pimp with pissed off gators
Chinatown Dumbledor bootleggin my shit
cuz they sell in the stores what I sell on the net
I got more juice than needle
little Robbie Kenevil skipped across
Rikki Rikki Lake before she did her show on diesel
the steez'll climb from the bag into the book
Listen - I'm out to let them heaters cook like EDP in the kitchen!

chorus:
look at all the death that's surroundin us
he jumped 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 [x2]

[Tame one} I dip my cigarettes in the most wicked of liquids
that have me blackin' out like sick 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 up to 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 soaked on my dutch mattress
outta control until my high go down I make 2 liters a week per hydro pound
it's like dreamin with your eyes open
knowin whats 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

chorus:
look at all the death that's surroundin us
he jumped 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 [x2]

[cage]
my brain thinks around the ho's in an infinite
running stream of consciousness I could drown in at any minute
leave a shot up duck to die in a dead goose
spidey hits the mary jane 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

[cage and tame one]
leak brothers blast off then blast for the cake
first to die gets smoked by the crew after the wake
[tame one]
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 gosha vegas for breakfast
herb got me slurrin my s' makin me restless fresh from off the guest list

chorus:
look at all the death that's surroundin us
he jumped 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 [x2]