SMOKEE TOKESS - Art Of Rap lyrics
rate meWhatever my targets onI carpet bombMy man Karthik gone, wrongrunning out of sodomwith a semi lob onSmelling rotton, that's a horses headin your daughters bedcos I caught you slippingnow I'm sitting in your kitchenSafe crackers grey mattersprayed back, (uh)my heist game remain dappergay chatter, made you sound likethe queerest fellatrying to tickle with the nearest feathermake you fear this cellar, you'll be here foreverI was just a teenjumping on my trampolinesmoking ample greengetting leanwith this tramp PaulineOnce she tried to set me upI had to trample fiendsgrabbed her by the ankle ringand mangled her like a mandarinThen for no reasonI told Liam, the Cambodian opiumthat I sold Ian at 4pmwas old and mouldy andso he's O.D'incold and he won't speakand his nose and his throats leaking
