America's Most Blunted - Madvillain, MF DOOM, Madlib

Come out to show them

Like open the blues up

And let some of the blues blood come out to show them

Then come out to show them

Music bad weed

Listening to music while stoned is a whole new world

Most cannabis consumers report it second only to snakes

And grass will change your musical habits, for the better

America’s most blunted

Soon as he start sleepin', catchin' you off guard

If you’ll all gather closer at the phonograph

Where Quas at?

Doom, you got the trees?

America’s most blunted

Quas, when he really hit scar mode

Never will he boost lose Phillies with the bar code

Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip

Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip

Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns

Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black 'n' Mild

See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part

The list top gold, bust before beef start

At the Stop’n’Go Mart, actin' like a spirit host done it

America’s most blunted, yeah, yo

Doom nominated for the best rolled L’s

And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well

Wild guess?

You could say he stay sedated

Some say Buddha’d, some say faded

Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full

Recent research show it’s not so darn harmful, true

Sometimes you might need to detox

It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beat box

Off spite to 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

Comin' kinda stupid from the station

(Blunted)

Amazing loops, loops, loops, I do the hustle

(Blunted)

The best, the best, the, the best in your perimeter

Yo, I can’t find that nigga Metal Face nowhere, oh alright

America’s most blunted

Doom, The Madvillain killin' mad boom

Consume weed and drink brew 'til we perfume the room

The beat conductor smoke twenty-four seven

Shady, you can even ask my reverend

Willie knows, how the Phillies roll, really though

I spend my last dough, to pick up the sticky gold

I spark the lah, 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, in the alley, with a hood rat

When you try to react, even your pops got smacked

Even your moms got cracked

Meanwhile, while my bowl got packed

Drop X so you can have good sex, what, no

I smoke dank so I can grow me a shank

I got the fat sack all day I’m on it

Who are we?

America’s most blunted

Comin' kinda stupid from the station

(Blunted)

Amazing loops, loops, loops

(Blunted)

America’s most blunted

Creativity, it’s a known fact that grass increases creativity

From eight to eleven times

In fact, everyone finds that they’re more creative stoned, than straight

So remember, M A R I J U, A J U A N A, Mariju, Juana, Marijuana