It's not a country club review board steady talkin junk
 Many people would have it others go put and grab it
 Some trip over toots and say fuck it I'm sunk
 I put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs
 I am the one who scores the herb
 When we're on the road P-Nut rolls it up
 Throw me a joint on stage what's up
 I will tell a cop that I know my fucking rights
 And we can match wits all night for real
 He said if I had nothing to hide
 Then of course I wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride
 Uh, no I'd really rather you didn't
 And no we don't have guns hidden
 We stood there for a while continue to decline
 Firmly, I didn't lose my mind
 I didn't let him break me he's just another human
 Not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day
 He couldn't make us stay
 We had our shit together
 It don't matter whether
 We sport the dread locks or a shaved head
 Or if we have a sticker from the dead
 I said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse
 Last week I keep an even keel and bow in place
 And face the music every minute

 Never could see my homey comin' till he passed
 Funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't laugh
 Oh by now I'm chill with it
 Bare ass in my face I'm ok but Chad's like "Uh-uh no he isn't"
 So I proceed to hear him get loose with the
 Fartin' all over my face sometimes my tummy
 He fucked with my flow although I thought it funny
 I probably wouldn't care if I smoked more kind bud
 But that wouldn't do me shit cuz then he'd fuck me more up
 Crazy ill and chillin' rude but I'ze a real cool dude
 He didn't believe the day would come when he would get his top
 But then one day right in front of his face I got him
 He looked over said "God damn get me some water"
 The one time I hadn't wasted till I got mine
 Smeared his nose with my armpit funk slime
 So you get it the picture just how sick we were then
 But before I jet "Hey yo Chad sniff my finger man"

 I can see a lot of people who feel like I do
 I can see a lot of people who feel like I don't
 I go on step lightly even when I'm heavy
 High jump the slump open up fot eh Revy Horton Heat
 Sweet what am I displayin' forgot what I was saying
 I know I must be laying a pipe you got a gripe
 With the way I get high
 Graffix bong sing along with a cry of a
 Mandatory sentence for a crime with no victim
 When everyone knows jail terms should be picked in
 Order of the pain that they cause
 Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law
 Until you violate the rights of another
 Respect the space of your sister and your brother
 The war on drugs may be well intentioned
 But it falls fucking flat when you stop and mention
 The overcrowded prisons where a rapists gets paroled
 To make room for a dude who has sold
 A pound of weed to me that's a crime
 Here's to good people doin time y'all

 Bare Ass Yeah x4