Sitting down, rollin' a blunt Yeah, another one You thinkin' that I'm finally done? No way, I just begun We havin' fun A pint of rum and Hawaiian Punch for lunch Followed by another couple hundred blunts Fuck... okay, maybe bad idea I'ma stumble-thru the party lookin' for my beer Find a red cup, take a sip- "Ah, fuck" Tastes like ass, full of ashes and cigarette butts I'm givin' no fucks I see some ho-sluts I wanna introduce myself and get 'em suckin' both nuts I go up, trip over myself and throw up "Will someone please call all the ambulances? "No" "What?" Oh no, here we go If you gon' rush 'em high Then I'm gon' rush 'em low Hit 'em at the same time Take off the torso Then throw a peace sign at Alanis Morse Code Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! There's a party over here and you can't come Unless you got some liquor and a bag of blunts Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! There's a party over here, you can't come in So gets the fuck out but leave your girlfriend Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! There's a party over here but don't tell anyone I'm dog sittin' for my uncle while he's on vacation Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! There's a party over here that I threw for myself This is literally the worse that I've ever felt

Here we go, slow, blowin' on dro Show to perform but we simply too stoned "I knew we shouldn't have smoked before" "I know but we did and we're here. Get it under control" I look up at Alex and noticed he's grown No, it's me "Am I shrinking?" Look's at me like "no" Walks away, leaves me standing there cold and alone I cried "wee, wee, wee" all the way home We're scraped together and basic veterans We're way better than ancient weapons And now that the planet has finally stopped spinning We're right where we ought to be It's really happening Soon, soon the blood red balloon Will go pop, we'll get caught in a storm and then boom We'll end up in a hospital stuck on the moon With one doctor, a monster, a Judoon platoon They're snooping for goons but can only find humans Marooned with no food yet the nuisance eludes them Corners the doctor equipped with a straw and starts sucking the life out his body If you're ever feeling low Life's hard, you're downtrodden Go ahead and plant a cleaver in the top of someone's noggin Pull it out, dig your fingers in, grab hold of each side And peel until the look just like a capital Y Oh no, it's too late to go You're stuck here forever so enjoy the show The whole goal was to swallow your soul Now we pucker up, suck her, what fun is this though? You get thinner and thinner, we found us a winner Worn down to a splinter to pick out our dinner We use the whole buffalo just so you know Not a trace goes to waste we make paste from your bones Yeah, you're facing nascent, patient cannibal Salivating, I'm waiting for oil to boil Fricassee ya, fricken see ya Catch and tore ya, pleased to eat ya I'm mad at the man at the head of the table I slice off a slab and I take off, I'm able To murder it, murderous monster, my title I tattle a little, my fiddle is final I save ya for later, ya tell Dave, I slay ya Filet ya for days like it aged and I'll cook you And I serve it bland, don't need any taste We severed like skin Together we scraped

Shits getting weird nowadays, no joke You're either in it to win it, or in it to smoke I have to admit that I wanted them both but it takes a lot of work and I'm damn near broke So I rose from the dead and I'm looking for brains Gotta eat other artists and finish the remains Got a shovel and a lantern, gonna dig me a grave Stand six feet deep as it fills up with rain Gonna drown my sorrows, there's no tomorrow Taken everything for granted, all the time that I borrowed Well I have to give it back to the world somehow Someway, some time well the time is now It isn't very good but it took a lotta years To release this piece to pierce through your ears Try to make something great for you all to hear Homophones can rhyme and I'll do it right here See, all I ever wanted was to make a rap record that wasn't just shit So I still try to reckon with the fact that I haven't See my past as a battle, breathe my last death rattle I'm sad I'll never see ya ever again So are we still friends? Time heals all wounds? How about distance? What if I move away and your memories fray? Did we ever make music anyway? (MIKE SHINODA) We're smoking dro with our bros in the back It's Happening, a certain level of wackness This songs too long, better hit my bong I've come full circle dog If you've gotten this far then I'm proud of you Not that pride really matters You know that that's true Truth is happiness ain't a warm gun at all It's how I feel in the Autumn when the leaves fall It's kickin' back with a blunt, relaxin' with my homies, watchin' Breakin' Bad, Passin' till the last ash It's funny how things change but seem to stay the same We remain in the same state in which we were raised We never do anything with the blank slate Just throw it in the corner, let the days waste Turn yellow while the dust just settles in the sun rays and collects Whats next? I hate Mondays too but you gotta make do You know haste makes waste but you gotta break through You gotta face the race cause we're waitin' for you Finish in last place? Don't worry that's cool It ain't about what happens at A and B It's all about experiences in between. So... We're smokin' dro with our bros in the back It's Happening, a Certain Level of Wackness All of you, I'm getting all of you and I'm….. I got a feeling, ferocious. I know it isn't hopeless When the going gets tough, the tough smoke roaches I'm focused like track 4 on Yoko. We never playin' that though, that's a no-go. Oh hell yeah bitch, I'm feelin' good yo. Workaholics commentary, gonna blow dro Fizzy pop smoke smells so good better than Dragon's Blood or Sandalwood Anyways, back to the bigger task at hand I'm tryin to make a point, or make demands I can't remember anymore, maybe I'm just jokin' when I say there's nothing more to life but drinkin' and smokin' I'm thinkin and hopin at least, I guess I mean, it could be worse, I could be dead I still have my health. I still have my head For what that's worth, I'm here on Earth I'm not on Saturn cause that would suck: No oxygen, no bag of blunts No traveling sound, no warming sun Just the freezing cold loneliness and nowhere to run I look around. I guess things aren't all that bad We got fire, water, air, dirt and magnets yeah Is it a miracle, all that we have? Some squid-faced god? Or circumstance? Things take a dark turn and the world will burn Somehow without fuel we'll adapt and learn We'll recede underneath till the time is right Until then when we wait, go to sleep, goodnight Yeah A baby blanket and a mischievous memory Always reminds me of who I pretend to be A wish I wasted I miss my basement The bed was comforting The A/C cooling me My arrest remains shrouded in mystery. Nobody knows so they're repeating the history. Channel surfing, flannel wearing Hipster-eating monsters breeding A new perspective put a prism in your outlook A rainbow comes from putting passion over Facebook Pretendinitis, Polluticorn wishes Recyclops was never born Poppin' off a poppy seed, pocket full of posies Liven up the limit cuz I'm livin' with this gross beat Chall know me Cha hurr me Cha love me...