Bottom of the bowl

[Siscokid]

Tick tock
I'm off the clock
stuck in the pad
smoke a big bag
dropping like flies
no one can deny
it's got a nice flow
as we smoke to
the bottom of the bowl

 

[Snuggs]

Well if it isn't Padre Sisco,
man so slick his nic should be crisco.
What it be like feel like my man,
hope all is well and according to plan.

Shh.., what was that, lookout,
man most women are designed to shout. (rhyming purposes only lady's)
Talking bout this n that with all the whats n buts,
the trap on a yap she can suck my . (same as above )

My secret, today, I will share with you,
you gotta put up a cloud they can't see through.
Be like, poof, snap, oh where did he go,
you can't see me I'm behind the dro.
Now there is no limit to the max allowed,
so just sit right there and enjoy the cloud.
Plenty of buds to keep the smoke rolling.
Plenty of meds to continue consoling.
Well that's what I do, that's how I get by,
when you're given wings, you learn to fly.

But let me get back to the subject at hand,
your mathematical equation, I don't understand.
So you say, 2 + 2, equivelates 4.6,
yo your calculators jacked, it needs to be fixed.

Now I know I've been away for a little bit,
but my net was down, it was total ****.
So I apologize if anyone takes offense,
But I'm only having fun, in my defense.
So take that now as my disclaimer,
remember it no and remember it later.
Cause I never know whats coming next,
I never know what will appear in the text.

But yo, Sisco, you put my mind in a trance,
you broke down and did a 4:20 stance!
Thanks for stopping by and taking a stroll,
in my pretend world, at the bottom of the bowl.

 

[Siscokid]

OOOOOOOOOOOO-WEEEEEE and so I see, but please allow me to say one thing,
you bring a style so dope it must come from smoke.

So what if it's a little off color and if she has a mean brother, with a frame of mind that needs to unwind, I'll hold him down, you kick him... anotha rhyme.

Now you say the net was broke, and I say my calculator too, now your back and guess what 1+1=2!

I missed you my man, I thought your were lost, now I find you bringing more rhythm and rhyme to this land of the frost.

Now I'll stop singing like Billy Joel and let us continue smoking this herb to the bottom of the bowl.

 

[Snuggs]

Don't go making me get another bowl out now.

The wifes home.

Your sick kid, your sick kid! Loved it my man.

 

[Siscokid]

You bad!

 

[Propa Gator]

Getting There

Prepares For

The Sight Of

The Dreaded

Bottom Of The Bowl