Mr. Sesame Seed - ABK, Violent J

«Nah man not this motherfucker ass.»

«Don't let him light it up.»

«No man we tight you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg»

Here he comes in his ice cream truck once again

Selling bags of bullshit when its gonna end?

Having little ass kids that don’t know any better

Smoking bags of mud dust and calling it shredder

You could eat your weed just pop it in like popcorn

Because its all seeds and it’s god damn wrong

I chase fags like you when you show me the bag

For trying to insult my smarts with this fucking schwag

I smoke crumble and get so high I can’t see

Come down and then I got your ass standing before me

With a bag of barn floor like «Trying to smoke one up»

Mr. sesame fucking seed ass shut up

You need punch for every headache hit that I took

Fuck off my jock before I rock your block

And send you back to your connect with your eyes swollen money gone but your

weed ain’t stolen «keep that shit»

Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag

It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had

A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

Sesame seed no bun for a bag

Instead of weed you should call it little pebbles and crack

What?

You got a bag of jawbreakers mixed with dirt

Why is it that every time I smoke my nose bleed and head hurt?

I ain’t buying your shit no more I swear

Need the sticky icky green with the bright white glare

Keep stepping!

«Can't sell here!»

Don’t need your blunts popping burning facial hair

I would rather quit smoking then buy your drama

Nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster

Chasing me down, serving me up

Seed weasel goes pop when the pipes lit up

When now your ache same old thing

Pillow case all bloody with my head on sting

I’m aggravated but what can I do?

Weed man wanna be whats wrong with you?

Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag

It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had

A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

I seen the artificial dope man selling bags of trick

It was just crumb without the next straight up bullshit

I pulled the car over and I beat his ass down

For even trying to sell it even at a hundred a pound

We must rid the earth, it’s wrong it exists

Either way we always end up smoking his shit

All you over riding fuckers all you gots is seeds

And your shit look like a fucking bag of Rice Crispies

My weed man gets the shit and poured it from his suit

And these rainforest riding on spinning 24's

And you ride around the neighborhood on a unicycle

Selling that wrong to people who don’t know right, though

So get bitched slapped off it and cough up them green bags

I’m eating at your weed sack bitch you eating that

I’m beating that ass for them headache bags

It’s cause cause of you people don’t even smoke like Shaggz

«That's the fuck I’m saying man.

Y’all motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit

man.

Y’all sell stems and seeds and shit.

If I’m gonna smoke I’m gonna smoke

some premium»

Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag

It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had

A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

I don’t need no sesame seed, I don’t need no sticks and hay

You ain’t gonna sell that shit that weeds more like a give away

Raffle it off to little kids for there school lunch change

Walking through the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain

Voice all raspy, clothes really stink

Smelling like a bonfire, what you think?

And got the nerve to ask where I’ve been

Far the fuck away from u and your bag of peanut friends

No hard feelings but your shit sucks

After breaking down an ounce I only got 3 blunts

So fuck you weed man stop selling

I’m not a fucking snitch but I’m in the mood for telling

Mr. Sesame Seed, there’s something wrong with your bag

It’s more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had

A man tell me something: What the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)

Bitch ass motherfucker, what the fuck is wrong with you?

(Fuck is wrong with you?)