BOZO Lyrics

Got the furnace on

Stomp these rappers in my sandals

Let them Birkens-talk

Hit these bitches open ice

With the burners on

My family packin' sticks like

Bobby Orr and Bergeron

Know they sayin' and said I'm

Insane in my brain and head

If I don't get my blue soon

I'm gonna paint it red

Workin', drainin' lead, feignin' dead

gainin' bread

Smokin' Mary Jane in bed

They prayin' on my pain instead

I know I'm fuckin' good

I don't say I'm a rapper but they

Tell me that I should

See 'em try and stall me boy I

Wish you fuckin' would

There's a Merc-level engine

Underneath my fuckin' hood

Close my eyes to get my rise

When there were two in sight

Forever seems a little long

But I can do a night

I spit them marijuana bars, baby

You gotta break it down

To consume it right