The Green Monkey

by Saint Tellah

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Influenced by funk, jazz, boom bap, rock and roll, and every genre in between. Lyrical styles influenced by the most powerful emcees in rap, made fresh by the unique styles of Saint Tellah.

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released June 25, 2010

Saint Tellah on vocals.

Blaze a 50, Sliders, Steppin' Out, Rap Name, Anthem by Albert Love.

Rap St. Blues, Beatbox Funk, Baked Goods, Gregorian Chant, Pocket Full of Posies, Smoothness, N-Trospekshun, and The Road Less Traveled by DJ Robzilla.

All skratches by DJ Robzilla.

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Saint Tellah Gainesville, Florida

SaintTellah is a battlin' emcee who freestyles, performs, and writes songs for you, from his perspective on the world.

He makes progressive hip hop, this ranges in flavor but is essentially rooted in: jazz, funk, classic rock, blues, and hip hop elements

SaintTellah often seeks producer's (beat makers) with different flavors in aural pleasure. He likes variety.

He hopes you like the music.
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Track Name: Rap St. Blues
action skill benefactor with passion actually rappin' steady saggin my pants and crappin'. Outta my mouth and hoping to be the man theres a big difference between hoping and being fam, thinking therefore i am seeking a bigger plan, planning to be bigger just a lil giant trying to snatch the big dipper run the annex puerto rico or maybe the flea flicker, gee wizard mister making potent elixirs, twinkle twinkle baby like filament cryastal fixtures, saint and robzilla gojeeta when we's a mixture, have to keep it (lowkey/loki) cuz tellahs a lowly trixter, rappin sippin captain a cannibal people getter messin with S- tellah you never could be the better, uh uh baby uh uh.

2x
Alotta wannabe heros first you gotta be a fan
Like robert deniro peeping wesley from the stands
2x
the game the sweat tears cheers
I'm in it for sport name and a couple of beers....

listen for a minute and tell me your spittin something I gotta nifty habit involving smashing pumpkins ya carriage overdue and the facade is back to squash i'll turn the stage to auaschwitz for a rapper holocaust you see i dont draw lines when it comes to makin jaws drop but if yours drops outta line I'll take that glass off. ONE's the perfect weapon Colonel Stryker couldnt quiet the most potent super powers are working when we're combining, working to certify it. Burning to blur the line an, my shake is mad frosty and posse's should never cross me. Machspeed like lockhead engines a kamikaze drinking a little coffee stalking and I'm a problem spittin frivilous furious outta syllabus awesome magical little quandries sqeexing ya brain like condoms, it doesnt take a rocket scientist to launch ONE, witness a human man with the strength of ten oxen.

2x
Alotta wannabe heros first you gotta be a fan
Like robert deniro peeping wesley from the stands
2x
the game the sweat tears cheers
I'm in it for sport name and a couple of beers....
Track Name: Beatbox Funk
Verse1
I used to be the type of guy censoring rhymes/ but I cant encourage living if I'm delivering lies/ and cover my true colors in-spite of shit that I like/ live and do in my life/ smoking so much doja my roaches are getting high/ but fuck it there depressed and we're just getting by/ denied by the barman for trying to drink early/ but that goose behind ya bar, has got me feeling mad thirsty/ golden eggs scrambled with orange juice in the morning/ the perfect finish for the daily stretch and yawning/ not an alcoholic but a bottle polish suspect/ so liquored and mic rocking do he still will kick you bucket/ so even if Tellah trashed man he ain’t the one to fuck with

phony heads wanna kickit so I throw em rocks/
and buckets/ thuggy rappers like to push/ so I give em daisies to fuck with



Chorus
I don’t want to be a hero/ cause people wait to watch em fall/ I'd rather be a villain respected tor being wrong/ a;ways the one pissing/ and steadily peeing on/ your kitten with speaker bombs/ liked the flavor so much shes trying ta peep the schlong/ pack the bowl and clean the bong/ don’t be nervous slick I only mean she sings along...

Verse2
I got lesson to learn iI got lessons to teach, just expressions testing out my freedom to speech/ freedom to eat sleep shit smoke and be who I be/ I'm on some knock it til' I try it and bump it creating fiends/ I used to kick rhymes for the purpose of being righteous/ now I could give a third fuck if you thought I was nice when/ kicking that last rhyme- our musics the cakes icing/ fantastic damage ya baby we face biting/ demanding crews execute instead of just trying/ ya'll done went and bumped ya noggins/ looking sideways talking while you was jogging/ homies on your nuts experimentally coughing and choking/ Ya flows garbage though people say fuck the loser my flow gets the red carpet clitoris and its harvest/ I think that hit the target/

phony heads wanna kickit so I throw em rocks/
and buckets/ thuggy rappers like to push/ so I give em daisies to fuck with

Chorus
I don’t want to be a hero/ cause people wait to watch em fall/ I'd rather be a villain respected for being wrong/ a;ways the one pissing/ and steadily peeing on/ your kitten with speaker bombs/ liked the flavor so much shes trying ta peep the schlong/ pack the bowl and clean the bong/ don’t be nervous slick I only mean she sings along...
Track Name: Blaze a 50
Verse 1
Just this afternoon I saw a girl with a mean attitude her lips curled/ most of the cats I knew would'a went squirrel/ if they ever laid eyes on just such a girl/ you know the apple bottom boots and the fur/ curves onion booty and the works/ when she walks away it heels and it hurts/ type a lady got ya lady playing smurf/ the lady like to hang with all the jerks/ Mercedes was the name she ahad at birth/ her mother had wants for a curse/ and needed things she really didn’t need/ so the seed runs hard for the hearse/ because her mommy planted baby with greed/ and she wears lots of costumes and makeup because she doesn’t like the person that she sees

Chorus
2x-Dimes come by the dozen an ugly cousins hard to come by/ baby girl was dumb fly/ maybe I was bugging but fly is only sometimes/ busy as a bee heart stinging without the honey but those flowers are sweet
Verse2
Just the other day I met a songbird/an angel but her soul was kinda somber/ a mean lil' shake prim and proper/ no relationship she ever had was long term/because the way she would relate to men was awkward/ she felt her body was all that she had to offer/ never leaving the house unless shes doctored,/ a tragic short story the world authored/ it breaks my heart to see so many daughters/ wandering the world in every wrong turn/maybe the problem was she had no father. Maybe the problem was she had no father/ probly when rape becomes young ladies almamatter/ because some dick always wants to test there posture/ and though I talk a lotta shit when my songs on I treat every women like someones mama!

Chorus
2x-Dimes come by the dozen an ugly cousins hard to come by/ baby girl was dumb fly/ maybe I was bugging but fly is only sometimes/ busy as a bee heart stinging without the honey but those flowers are sweet
Track Name: Baked Goodz
Verse1
I'm a sucker for awkward silence/ I;m busting whats on my mind when/ discussing the not to mentions and contradictions I'm finding/ under the silver lining/ bubbling like the blisters in the middle of thighs then/ studying crowd responses to muddy and murky waters/ and all of my lude talk of the busty and perky daughters/ deliver short order omelets of word slaughter/ the products of broken planets comets is in my cannon/ homage and if you examine/ content and composition/ honest no opposition/ I'm cramming to understand it/ the point of the mass attraction/ whether through correlation/ of hazardous situations/ or via the shock value of the brass and abrasive/ way that i'm spraying my horses ass body and chocolate star face/ the shit that comes outta my mouth is kinda hard to take/ like pissing with syphilis in the way/ or kissing your lady when threes dick in the taste/ please allow me to dema-de-demonstrate/. Devilish dialectives that pena-pa-penatrate gimme just a second and lyrics incinerate/ smoke a blunt munchin chips and sippin on lemonade/ I’m not trying to wait my turn I'm trying to make it happen/ velociraptor after lotsa polished cats to smash,/ and toss across the rafters then I snatch em back and smack em'/ what the fuck ya'll want man?!?!
Track Name: Gregorian Chant
Chorus
2xBatlleraps, Cadillacs, dinosaurs and grills/ the habitats we happen at are kinda sorta chill/ so scali-wags and alley cats should hop aboard the feel/ of the applejack sugars smacks and rhymes that pours the milk/

Verse1
Oh my god revenge of the bitch spitter/ rappers get tunnel vision and missing the big picture/ inflicting mental illness to innocent kid sisters/ got me fucked up as if they could spit liquor/ my wits quicker/we wrecking ya pecking order/ via the lung sputter of an arrogant Jeffrey Chaucer/ though modern for sexy mamas/ big upping the benihana's/ and drinking a gin and tonic for tools of the cold crush and flows that show spunk and scrotums that hold nuts/ imposing a choke-hold/ raping my life’s love/ a flavorless snow cone/ spitting without prowess and wasting the O-ZONE/ my rhythm now connecting your brain and your nose bone/ Saint a fabled cradle rocker/ fuck poppin papa/ I'm aiming to break your collar/ by snapping the neck that’s on it. Lil' young baby balers your flows are a little jaundiced/

Chorus
2xBatlleraps, Cadillacs, dinosaurs and grills/ the habitats we happen at are kinda sorta chill/ so scali-wags and alley cats should hop aboard the feel/ of the applejack sugars smacks and rhymes that pours the milk/

verse2
oh my god/ revenge of the track changer/ fact flavor lack for the whack maker/ of play lists with garbage yelling ta stack paper/ rap traitor majorly hap hazard/ cats need litter cause wheel scratching is absent/ fathom a cat slashing his way through the cool rhythm/ blazing the cross-fader inspiring goose pimples/ like to see a DJ working/ not playing the stool pigeon/ the who did it listen never a cue missing/ elusive loose digit/ inducing a mood with it/ gliding vinyl sliding in leu of the mouse clicking/ ya foul stench thick down wind of the cows business/ ZILLA the cocks walk 'ya switchers' are gal' chickens/ Technique and Wax Atom the illest along with him/ death the ghost cutter whose scratches is all scripted/ accept no substitution for acts that’s authentic like-

Chorus
2xBatlleraps, Cadillacs, dinosaurs and grills/ the habitats we happen at are kinda sorta chill/ so scali-wags and alley cats should hop aboard the feel/ of the applejack sugars smacks and rhymes that pours the milk/
Track Name: Pocket Full of Posies
Verse1
Today inquisitively/ my boss said you just rap?/ I said I do just that/ the disappointment settled in and then it brewed this rap/ he's jaded by feeble prose out these loose knit acts/ thats leaving the people cold to the truth of the fact/ of the matter is jazz/ infuses my atoms and musics what I'm after/ one part sleuth two parts of me's a tracker/ eager to find the best and the baddest and be the badder/ as long as I stick to that program I'll never be a slacker/ jot a chapter of raps and build some props for my acts/ daily on my grind because I'm after the brass ring, watch and, the cup/ flax-seed oil plus the B vitamins are jacking me up/ a fortified mind is happy to crush/ poising my mental faculties to handle all the majesty passing before my very eyes scary times and tragedies/ its all been spoke been read been wrote/

Chorus
2xIdeas are but a flicker in the alligators moat/ an emotion to be devoured and freeing for a moment/ or maybe holding a flower cause I'm steady doaning roses/ freeing you from the plagues here's a pocket full of posies

Verse2
Constantly coming after me/ speaking upon it tactfully/ funneling out my stress/ applying the art of language / in ways that are mind blowing/ I'm showing a sky soaking with birds that are flying carrying words of the wise/ man its a hell of a time trying to find people that'll listen/ without the disposition drawn from Scottish vodka sippin'/ rappin walking contradictions/ every time I hit the mic/ I blitz my inhibitions/ so I can give it like its never been givin'/ overambitious on my missions/ hopeless a co-dependant on this music that amuses delivering lucid visions/ to a human in the midst of illusions on whose the shit/ keep doing it like every word is my last/ bullet in rhythmic gattling of making it happen raps/ its all been spoke been read been wrote/

Chorus
2xIdeas are but a flicker in the alligators moat/ an emotion to be devoured and freeing for a moment/ or maybe holding a flower cause I'm steady doning roses/ freeing you from the plagues here's a pocket full of posies
Track Name: Sliders
Chorus
Hey little lady/ wheres ya grown woman/ the baby going crazy where mama should be cooking/ the gravy bout to burn and the biscuits fail to rise/ and I no longer recognize the woman in your eyes

Verse1
The woman that’s inside her/ use to wanna love him/ no matter her position she was always lovely/ she – echoed of honey flower petals were rough to her/ such an angry woman had so many customers/ precious jewels were settled in the sockets of her eyes/ often his surprise was in a daily lullaby/ courtesy a soul that like to argue fuss and fight/ intermissions available for those that run and hide/ little kisses and halos do more to comfort his/ inabilities failures stubborn s and wont wins/ to the penitentiary savior and loving she wont give/ living she let die/ cinnamon bed side a bitter and fowl miss/ she used to be the bomb and the blast that we had was big/ now radiation falling out with the chemical cloud kiss/

Chorus
Hey little lady/ wheres ya grown woman/ the baby going crazy where mama should be cooking/ the gravy bout to burn and the biscuits fail to rise/ and I no longer recognize the woman in your eyes

Verse2
Riffing around friends with business about them/ giving rise to suspicions and fictions about them/ perhaps it was in issue with distribution of time/ perhaps it was a riddle with in the 'Rubix' of life/ to make a person happy when happiness won't take/ misery and company are a puppy that wont play/ steady sad eyes/ and classical mind games/ first she's right switching left then acting like I’ve changed/ when the turn coat broad exposed in night shade/ how she never really loved em' and closed with die 'lame'/ calling me back so/ she's crying like 'I've changed'/ I wouldn't say 'fuck you! Have a nice day'/ and so the story went but never the right way/ it used to be morning glories/ cuddles kisses and hugs/ early afternooners/ bubbles bliss and an 'uh'/ he said baby girl I love you but love is never enough / baby girl I love you but love is never enough/

Chorus
Hey little lady/ wheres ya grown woman/ the baby going crazy where mama should be cooking/ the gravy bout to burn and the biscuits fail to rise/ and I no longer recognize the woman in your eyes
Track Name: Steppin' Out
Chorus
2xAnd I keep on writing/ Al stays up beat/ Rob keeps on time and we peace to the streets/ look in to the sky and I pray for we/ everybody in the world that’s ya'll and us/

Verse1
Up until this point in this life of mine/ I've not done a lot of things that would give me pride/ I made true lies when I made two kids/ and didn't give them tools that they need to live/ I;ve got no excuses or reasons why/ at least none that I think would justify this pucked up life of mine/ small on ice/ always miss the goal though I'm steady getting striked and is hard to fight/ hard to be alright/ hard to see the light keep on running/ Imma be what the ole me wasn't/ making my babies proud on my grandma, cousin/ this ain’t wanted/ nor how I dreamed it would be/ I ain’t a bad man but I've done bad things/ a means to an ends for a way to achieve/ manifest destiny/ gone get your best recipe/ drink lemonade freshly squeezed/ eat fried cat fish with texas pete/ chill the food tastes bad when you stressing- peace!/

Chorus
2xAnd I keep on writing/ Al stays up beat/ Rob keeps on time and we peace to the streets/ look in to the sky and I pray for we/ everybody in the world that’s y’all and us/

Verse2
I used to look at other dudes all quick to judge/ fools fallin/ callin in/ next door they hollering/ one night the fathering/ following/ a whole life filled with broken promises/ that’s the whole side only half of the story. In the other half threes no fortune and glory/ true some did / some do/ some will do more things/ that’s considered wrong I don't mean to foresee/ objects in the mirror real small at warp-speed/ life moves fast and the lessons force feed/ hero without a town no badge or horsies/ trying to get down for his fam and shorty/ lordy me oh' my/ trying to be right should be so hard/ fighting a good fight guarantee those scars through rain/ through/ sleet/ though snow we march/ its like that!!!

Chorus
2xAnd I keep on writing/ Al stays up beat/ Rob keeps on time and we peace to the streets/ look in to the sky and I pray for we/ everybody in the world that’s ya'll and us/
Track Name: Smoothness
Chorus
2xRock Rock the body body/ shock shock the people/ hip hop is not a hobby/ not for the feeble/ leave it to the kamikaze undergod no equals/breaking out the polyphonics so that we can reach you!

Verse1
No goal was ever set/ with the verbage I'm shooting for second best/ if you've observed this/ the spokesman deserve what he get/ I'm aiming to be a legend and proverbial best/ not just the podium but on the top of the box/ getting my fear an loathing on in search of bodies to rock/ steady practice whether shadow beat boxing with Rob/ or freestyling blindfolded trying not to fall off/ or delivering punchlines that makes heads grab em' in awe/ this ain’t no magical milk/ its practical math/ and so we averaging skill/ and radical acts/ of terminal dedication following tactical maps/in point of fact I used to be sorta nice/ now I'll mortify the lyrical quasi rapper pseudo poet/ quality lacking and you know it/ just because your rhyming doesn’t mean you broke your hymen

Chorus
2xRock Rock the body body/ shock shock the people/ hip hop is not a hobby/ not for the feeble/ leave it to the kamikaze undergod no equals/breaking out the polyphonics so that we can reach you!

Verse2
Just because your on it doesn’t mean the beat likes it/ you gotta pull its hair a bit and really get behind it/ to freak a beat proper takes rhythm and a science/ genuine love liking/ listing more than rhyming/ discipline border lining/ fanatical obsession/ a hunger to ask questions/ constantly evaluate your sets for stage presence/ experiment with ways to ensure the audience stays guessing/ break up out the box and shatter the etch a sketches/ I ain’t hurling unicorns or just whistling dixie/ ya'll making like some slackers and never getting busy / boy I'll jam your fingers with the way I toss my freebee’s/ slanging words in circles and watchin' em make you dizzy/ but if we're measuring skill with the short stick their using' / brushing our teeth the same would leave us all toothless/ I'm proof that a puke can do it a superhuman including the spirit of Duke Nukem- GO!

Chorus
2xRock Rock the body body/ shock shock the people/ hip hop is not a hobby/ not for the feeeble/ leave it to the kamikaze undergod no equals/breaking out the polyphonics so that we can reach you!
Track Name: Rap Name
Chorus
Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!/ Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!


Verse1
I'm a dragon everlasting/ love to spit I'm a fiend for rappin/ Puerto Rican but you couldn’t tell by my accent/ guaranteed action satisfaction/ if shes a boom bap then its heavy attraction/ beat like my lady and I'm getting that back bent/ smells good clean shavin'/ well I'm ready to smash it/ a little of this then a little of that then

Chorus
Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!/ Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!

Verse2
Kibbles n' bits mixed with adrenaline packed in'/ sick of people making trash and trying to call it a classic/ radio rap got me need in' an aspirin/ doggy(dog-he) in my presence but he mentally absent/ I'm holding my people down like the spin of an axis/ they holding my people down like government taxes/ I ain't Christ but I spit with the passion! AMEN!

Chorus
Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!/ Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!

Verse3
Al Love make a beat and Tellah give it a flow/ one exploding on the scenes like Remy Le-Beau/ this ain’t ya everyday rigamoro/ we up jumps the boogie if you listening know!/ I'm the peak fire and the flickering coal/ spitting hot butter over cinnamon toast/ Tellah a living box cutter/ Zilla feeding me throats/ taking swamp hip hop baby paving the road!!!

Chorus
Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!/ Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!

Verse4
Ya chum buckets didn’t know well I was nasty before (BE-FOH)/ Sun Dance , Butch Cassidy Oh!/
N- E- is a tragedy for (FOH)/ phony rappers feeling froggy need to happily croak/ that dude is here to send the vermin back in the hole/ making like a kitchen light flip and scatter the roaches/ I'm badder than most/ spit-a-rhyme shattering bones/ rattling skulls in the memory of my Madeline Rose

Chorus
Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!/ Shatter the back board / knock the laces out the ball/ cracking the shafts core and breaking the glass jaws!
Track Name: N-Trospekshun
Verse1
Straight shooter ass-hole loser/ mucha lucha/ sugar I could be your future/ Girl/ I don't wanna hear about your problems/ at least until you acknowledge that every bodies got em'/ girl/ I hear you talking bout your values why don't you write a book and read your own fucking how to's/ yes your ass is foxy/ but I ain’t the one to hound you/ family thinks your square/ the fellahs know the round you/ but I'm the fowl dude/ for not joining the party except for burning up the trees and drinking your Bacardi/ nautica competition over lots of smoke and vomit/ using social warning signs as yellow tape for caution/ to toxic blossoms/ moon lily’s for lonely shaman /traded in my fruity loops for more reason and logic/ seeking my own path not seeking a prophet/ a breathing problem/ turning/ tongue in cheek to an omelet

Verse2
Looky cookie/ awe suki suki/ do-er and a thinker/ shiftin' lanes without my blinkers/ dreamer believer and an over achiever/ I gotta bone to pick and not just any bone the femur/ I gotta flow to spit a chauvinistic Mona Lisa/ not all the answers but I'll help you mold a thesis/ how our populations cheapened by the obvious machines/ obelisks for monuments and parallel degree's/ supple minds diseased by the viruses they see/ and the iris's they bleed/ on the virgin hour glass of the alabaster queen matter of fact the fragile queen found a king without he the faculties/ cause jack would foolow everywhere that Jill would lead him happily/ Disaster leads/ cause it looms on every corner/ of course we're all confused man we’re used to being farmers / revenge of the snake charmer

Verse3
Why you looking crooked don’t you know that daddy took it-*scratches
Calling me crazy don't you know she got my baby?-*scratches
Bitch I used to listen when you said you were a victim-*scratches
and then I witness you manipulate the system-*scratches
indecent,indignant, indifferent and in piece's-*scratches
Better of without me bitch you couldn't straighten creases-*scratches
yes you're right another man will eat your peaches-*scratches
pussies a dick's tune and every body loves a remix, hit em with it ya'll-*scratches
Track Name: The Road Less Traveled
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Track Name: Anthem
Verse1
I didn’t know a person could let go/ the surface is settled/ but water underneath been burning up in the kettle/ rusting my metal/ turning the belly yellow/ reveling in the misery of company past/ backpedaling through a symphony of symbols that crash/ Listerine burning gums but I gave it a splash/ film black white sprinkling the cigarette ash film noir with a little pizzazz/ my gray matter is crazy and kinda stacked as is above ave/ in taking the as-vab/ took a moment thought about it and left it at keep that/ in this lost world I ain’t playing the sleestack/ apple in my iris/ my prize is in silver linings/ I'm climbing to out shine/ the brightest of proud minds/ if you wanna talk well I’m chilling' on cloud nine/ barely touching ground I'm skipping the downtime/ most people sleeping eight hours I've got it down to five/ I'm a woods tiger and I'm always down to drive/ be it early morning/ or if its in the dark of night/ half gone crazy live in Arkum Asylum/ walls gotten thicker since I started ta rhyming/ still haven't learned the meaning of quitting without fighting / religion without science/ defying seasons of life and smile at reasons I write/ truly believing/ I'm a keeper of light/ shine most with the people I like/ late night/ we all stars and we twinkling bright keeping it tight/ when the speakers would die/ hurling our voices in the evening sky/ receiving energy back the reasoning why/ the first feasible trials/ that ya'll seen test right/ under close inspection/ checkin' with both eyes' Robzilla knows music and baby I know rhymes/ here's to old times we making/ eighth bags of dro/ pints of mc'cormicks making the k.o./ so everything is okay/ horn an bat-wings the halo/ if alcohol and weed are drugs I’ll never ever say no!/ here's to old times we making/ eighth bags of dro/ pints of mc'cormicks making the k.o./ so everything is okay/ horn an bat-wings the halo/ if alcohol and weed are drugs I’ll never ever say no!/ here's to old times we making/ eighth bags of dro/ pints of mc'cormicks making the k.o./ so everything is okay/ horn an bat-wings the halo/ if alcohol and weed are drugs i'll never ever say no!/ here's to old times we making/ eighth bags of dro/ pints of mc'cormicks making the k.o./ so everything is okay/ horn an bat-wings the halo/ if alcohol and weed are drugs i'll never ever say no!