Dirty Curt:<br />
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In this life you gotta choose to live or die, <br />
Six feet deep beneath or get high, no lie<br />
This blunt that I pass with hash will get you stoned, <br />
Relax with some hydro and get blown<br />
Out ya mind to a spaceship, watch your step<br />
High into orbit, puff til there's nothing left<br />
Ya get checked just in time to catch your breath, <br />
There's one thing about, is that you never have to sweat<br />
My technique is wild, now I'm put on trial for my hostile words, what's absurd - my style<br />
Wonder if my rhythym got you shook<br />
Rather sippin brew with my crew than explain how it's textbook<br />
And don't look I'm gettin bigger<br />
Had to check my vigor in the mirror, renamed the grave digger<br />
Knew that I could never kick a habit, not tragic<br />
But you know I gotta smoke it when I have it<br />
I live lavish but rap like a savage, who to smoke a buddha when I puff puff and pass it<br />
Who smokes blunts when they're placed in front of us, some of us smokin cannibus risin up to ruckus<br />
Girls they wanna fuck us and guys they play as suckas, dirty curt to bring the hurt, I pass the mic you muthafucka<br />
<br />
(Bong Hit)<br />
<br />
Nasty N8:<br />
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What a beautiful day, 40s and blunts the only suitable way<br />
It's indisputable hey, that's how I prefer to stay<br />
I aint a fool I pack a bowl by the pool<br />
My vision is nothin but clear skies it's do or die<br />
Who knew that I, be gettin high as the birds fly<br />
We rock the mic from august to july<br />
Ladies, I aint got a six pack, but I got some sick tracks<br />
So kick back on the track I attack oh yeah<br />
I smoke the chronic, chuggin gin and tonic<br />
Fuck with me, I'll make you disappear like the Supersonics<br />
Phony rappers think they hot, that shit just aint practical<br />
I spit the sickest shit, now that's actually factual<br />
Beats I fuckin kill it<br />
Only spit the real shit, spit so hot the mic burns like over cooked eggs in a skillet<br />
My rhymes create memories that are sentimental<br />
Lyrical campaigns put me in positions presidential<br />
Start rhymin bitches be in disbelief and you can find me in these pittsburgh streets, <br />
Smokin reefer, bumpin wiz khalifa<br />
Or at penn state university, part school ranked first see<br />
Every day I'm fuckin thirsty, alcohol can come and nurse me<br />
So lets get classy, smoke the grassy, drink your drinks fastly, bottoms up with dirty and nasty<br />
<br />
(Bong Hit)<br />
<br />
Dirty Curt:<br />
<br />
Hold it in ya lungs tight til ya feel right<br />
The light comes in time, while rhymes I ignite<br />
So get blasted and laced, face bashed up from cases<br />
Don't hesitate, bottoms up with a chaser<br />
Spastic yes, reacted to the best<br />
The facts is it's packed, feel the burn in ya chest<br />
Hit up the green, it's my daily routine<br />
My lungs used to just scream, now they act like smoke machines<br />
Mo money mo problems, mo money mo blunts<br />
Least I'm up front when I'm on a manhunt<br />
For crystalized, sticky green with no seeds, <br />
To make my eyes bleed, now I'm high off the best weed<br />
Don't knock it til you try it, if u need green I supply it<br />
Just to make u get higher<br />
Fire burnin deep, the buddha isn't cheap, <br />
Got a mad case of a munchies and I wanna go to sleep<br />
My eyes close shut, a brain fries combust<br />
Cotton mouth got my stuck, but in weed we trust