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Still Puffin'

by Leche

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A Journey 03:52
My name is Dogwood and I come from Steiner Ranch, where folks build long roofs to keep out rain and sun 20 dollups more Wakes up on the floor Hops into his tonka truck And drives out of the door Toenail Jones is the name And I'm never fucking sane Writing on the walls Chain smoking Pall Malls Grandpapa Lurnch is a felon Passed out under a highway Barley 12 in the morning Gotta find a pair of pants Met down Quinland Park, past a stream of stone Drive until you hear All the students moan Walk through haunted hallway where janitors reside Open up the closet We'll take you for a ride Walk in see the drawer marked up with red. Open to discover A loaf of moldy bread My mother is a dead head I can't get no lead I wish that I was well fed I'm dead. I rest there with them.
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Call the local witchdoctor family friend In a rush so you don't know where to begin Banging on the door screaming let me in I need to know what happens to me in the end Do I have what it takes to make all the big calls Have I got a stack of trophies up on my wall When the witchdoctor says boy mind your words Don't you know that your thoughts are violent turds Cause your mind secretes this nasty stink And nobody wants to smell this crap you think So you're out on the curb with your paragraph While all the rich kids drive by and point and laugh Oooh You fucked up Eat your tex-mex slop in the front window Staring mouth hole open with an empty soul Gonna join your friends in a six feet hole Going down to a place where you just don't know You wanna find a reason but theres nothing there So you sit and pretend like you just don't care Drown yourself in your seasick lies As the life gets sucked from both your eyes And you want to just curl up and die Cause there's nothing left for you in your life And you can't complain that nothings right So you bury your kids and dog and wife Oooh You fucked up
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Jesus put a djarum black in my mouth We were heading down south Feeling more dead than alive Like the coke pusher on tool time Wooden cross sticking out of our trunk Klansmen can't stop lighting it like a drunk Pulling pranks on Judas Smoking all his Buddha Bumper saying hot damn I vote Jesus over Uncle Sam Rolling past Woodward Drive See Mohammed talking some jive We pass him a blunt We ain't no evangelical grunts He sends his props to the chief on top He don't stop After all of the grass was chopped We got stopped by a cop To avoid the fine We made water out of our wine That red-bellied rat, Sulphur smelling brat Pulling pranks on Judas Smoking all his Buddha Bumper saying hot damn I vote Jesus over Uncle Sam
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Waking up drunk in a dumpster out back Whats wrong with that Shooting cocaine into every vein I hope I don't stay the same Cause everybody thinks i'm lame Everyone voices their opinions At town hall Have my sex in a bathroom stall I don't know about yall Having an affair with my secretary Please be wary Don't tell Larry He works behind the desk At town hall Waking up fucked in a opium den I don't know where i've been Excuse me my friend can I borrow your pen I'm getting directions House hold elections Everyone shows up to vote At town hall Think about things not thought about Without a doubt All my friends left to go celebrate The fourth of july I'm not sure why The show they put on is really shit At town hall
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My ma grabbed me by the ear She said boy listen here When I felt the blades upon my skin I truly knew this was the end Why Why you gotta do this to me Haircut central Death is imminent My skateboard friends Said they're not into it I've lost my cred my girl My everything I feel the sting My pa's got the clippers now Got me wrangled like a cow He says it'll keep me from looking queer Like I never even drank a beer Why Why you gotta do this to me Haircut central Death is imminent My skateboard friends Said they're not into it I've lost my cred my girl My everything I feel the sting Of a lover scorned
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Don't know whats wrong with me I try to watch TV But everythings assaulting me I step outside Just to grab a magazine But the streets are packed With all the nuclear families Don't know what's wrong with me My brain is fried I can't write anything These thoughts aren't mine They're just the product of some cokehead's time Brainwashing the population Don't know whats wrong with me My joints are stiff I plunge straight through the scenery My arms are full With all the plastic packaging The neon lights Dragged me to insanity
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No good woman, Crown on her head, Turn me to flesh. Slapped me dead, I gave my love A golden head, But with her it didn't mesh. Down the aisle of a Baptist church, Wore a red tux and a golden watch My head pumped full with psilocybin . Clothes stretched tight all over my skin. He felt like a million bucks, That boy in a tux I winked and said this will be life But that cowgirl had a palm like a knife, When I was asked to take my vow. Sent me falling like the Dow. No good woman, Crown on her head, Turn me to flesh. Slapped me dead, I gave my love A golden head, But with her it didn't mesh. Six shots later my arms were wide. I had no gold to give to my bride. My head was hanging in the gutter. These last words I tried to utter... Where has my cowgirl gone? Were my riches really wrong? I tried to stand beneath the light, I guess our marriage was like a kite. Once the wind died, I got the hiccups My lukewarm beer kept lunging back up. No good woman, Crown on her head, Turn me to flesh. Slapped me dead, I gave my love A golden head, But with her it didn't mesh.
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Damn Kitchen 02:34
Lappin up liquor Straight off the floor Scrapin off your gunk Got the compost funk Before I have a day That I'll get to pray Keep my head bent down Till I hear that sound Sanatizer's done And the steam's my sun My brain is filled with snot And I ain't got pot Let me out your damn kitchen Let me out your damn kitchen Let me out this kitchen And maybe I'll quit my bitching Let me out this damn kitchen Hands are shriveled up As I rinse your cup Ted's got the pills And they ain't for thrills Working Up till dawn I'm a plastic pawn For the kids to lose In the couch no clues The cows have their rights But for mine I have to fight They're drownin in the sink And are gone in a blink Let me out your damn kitchen Let me out your damn kitchen Let me out this kitchen And maybe I'll quit my bitching Let me out this damn kitchen Susan finished lunch And I had a hunch She wouldn't leave a tip So I took a dip Into her purse While she walked out and cursed She turned around and saw Hit me with her paw I grabbed her by the hair And tossed her in the air And when she hit the floor The blood began to pour Let me out your damn kitchen Let me out your damn kitchen Let me out this kitchen And maybe I'll quit my bitching Let me out this damn kitchen You bourgeoise Won't let me be I pay your tax And pick up your slack You bourgeoise Won't let me be I throw out your meat I can't suck on your teet You bourgeoise Won't let me be I'm busting my ass Yet I can't smoke grass You bourgeoise Won't let me be You can lock me up But I dont give a fuck Just let me out your damn kitchen
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Are you gonna be okay?
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Well it was down in East St. Louie The night that Bennie walked the tracks He had a bottle in his left hand And a pistol in his right The day his momma died He told a lie to take a wife Now he's caught up in the lights Of a freight train taking flight Ghost of the past Bennie can't recall Them Okie looks of his pa But he stepped them same steps From the steel mill to the bar Every night he'd punch his card And take a gal down to the bar While his wife was stranded at home Counting pennies from a jar Fueled by the gas that drives The husbands out of town He went to East St. Louie To rust and hide from momma's shame Ghost of of of ofof of of of thepazt?
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Terry and I stepped out to the creek With only one bottle from which to drink My fishing pole was broke As was my ass I had no smoke I had no grass Didn't matter anyways The fish was dead The water stale Pretty much everything had gone to hell As I sat out on the dock and stared I wondered if I cared I didn't really give a shit Before the meteorite hit I popped the cork for one last time and thought Man
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Asleep in the laundry room Cadavers in our home It fell through ceiling Aunt linda spilt her gin Pa grabbed my brother What demons have you spread? My brother aimed a finger up Your sins have come to stay Mother screamed like a bat As blood dripped from her pearls Tonight we sleep in fear The souls of slaves are here So clutch your gun if you approach They crawl the walls like a roach Pa grabbed the shotgun And down the hall we ran Ma tried to strip her pearls But Pa slapped down her hands Sealed in the laundry room We heard the violent screams But we had an AC With heat and an ice chest He hit me in the face When I asked him what was wrong Tonight we sleep in fear The souls of slaves are here So clutch your gun if you approach They crawl the walls like a roach I don't want to talk about Ancient history You know that blood has run In rivers through the corn My brother was a standin Black polish on his nails Our fortune was founded on Slaves with scars and tears Now we make are fortune on Slaves of everclear Tonight we sleep in fear The souls of slaves are here So clutch your gun if you approach They crawl the walls like a roach Pa grabbed my brother And threw him to the floor He raised up a backhand And all I saw was rings My brother started laughing At Pas bloody hands The walls are caving in Jimmys souls on a horse He tried to suck the soul of Pa But found an empty shell "I kneel to shake the dust From my head down to my toes" He grabbed my brother by the neck And pumped him like a loco Tonight we sleep in fear The souls of slaves are here So clutch your gun if you approach They crawl the walls like a roach I opened up the closet And took down all the sheets I took them sheets and built a tent Around the laundry room Aunt Linda cackled as she poured Another drink of gin Ma stripped off her pearls And dove into the pond And though she fell asleep in there The blood would not wash off Tonight we sleep in fear The souls of slaves are here So clutch your gun if you approach They crawl the walls like a roach Aunt Linda spilt her gin As I crawled on the floor She cries and clutches at the dreams She poured down her throat Tonight we sleep in fear The souls of slaves are here So clutch your gun if you approach They crawl the walls like a roach
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Woke up at 10 am Feel like the day is just getting started Top down Right town Tight sounds Got crown First one in and last one to leave Sally always down at the 04 Lounge Good God Her lips Her hips Good grooves Slick Rick passing down the juice Teddy brought the cards and he aint gonna lose Full house Full house Full house Tight blouse Sally came around - whispered in my ears Never quite knew what she meant when said - ah - Doot doot Doot doot I guess thats what you call living
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Scottie's got the board And his pa's cigarettes He's rollin east side Kickflippin off the curb He hits up his buds And then they score some bud They're rollin up blunts And rollin straight to hell Skateboard USA Fallin on the concrete Scottie grabs his head Gravel in his brain And he's reaching for his board Old man Dan Living down by the tracks They meet up with him And drink cheap merlot Skateboard USA Scotties home late And blood's on his shirt His grandmas got his bong And she's reaching for a hammer Scottie holds her down And he asks her to drop She hits him in the eye And he flies out the door
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Sometimes you gotta wake up Even when nobody wants you around I'm ripping through a whole pack At least nobodies keeping me down I'm still puffin' Mother fuckin' And I'll be puffin' to my grave I'm picking up a new score A carton of slims from the corner store When young punks try to help me cross the street I say I'll get there on my own two fuckin' feet I'm still puffin' Mother fuckin' And I'll be puffin' to my grave
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Quintarius Jones Rollin em bones Don't ya know you're gonna make your mom moan Wranglin steers Sluggin em beers On the ranch ya couldn't spend another year Ya Pa was a drunk Ya wages stunk Boss wouldn't let ya play that funk So ya stole his car Saw the bar Drove so fast ya jammed the cops radar Drank some brews Ate some rouxs Shooting the dice ya can't fucking lose You're playing your plan Beatin the clan Honkeys thought they saw the devils hands So they took ya back Stole your sack Held ya down and started swapping smacks Quintarius Jones Rollin em bones Don't ya know you're gonna make your mom moan But the wheel fell Ya gave em hell Grabbed a club and made their faces swell You came back out The woman shout The men squirmin like mississippi trout Took your club Trashed the pub Beat the whites and made em spew their grub Blood on the walls Challengers fall Ya move so fast the cops couldn't hear their calls Pocket the die And lit the stye Watching and laughing as the honkies fry Quintarious Jones Rollin em bones Don't ya know you're gonna make your mom moan
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My friends have been asking me Why are you acting so strange They cannot see how the winds have changed I had a dream - went like this Dumbo redneck called me names to my face He said to me, "Hey there little lady" And I was pissed Rolled my hands into a fist And I scowled  He pointed to his mobile home with a smirk on his face "What ya gonna do, make fun of my place?" But no Instead I swung at him with my baseball bat His head was gone but he still wore his hat I've had nightmares since then
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Namasteha 02:37
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Fucked 02:37
I'm in love with the guy who cuts my grass Pinching 40 offa my dumb ass Then he comes around for christmas asking for a gift I said You shoulda known I aint got shit I gave him 60 as a fucking tip Though I paid his ass twice really just to be nice Even though I can't afford my rent Aint no reason for me to get bent Guess I gotta spread the cheer though I only feel fear And where the fucks the point in that I don't wanna hang around and chat Does it injure pride to know I probably lied When I said that I was on your side I really hope you get cracked and fried My attitudes fucked Guess I'm gonna die by the time I'm 25 Though I'd probably be bored alive Or get scammed back to mortal time So I'll spend my final days looking for a different way Hoping maybe I can make a dime Though I might as well just turn to crime Can't provide for this life of mine I try to look but there aint no signs Nothing really seems to rhyme
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Mister you see I bought this mask My smile I know is up for a task Your desk I see can take up some space My hands you know burn wet like the mace But no you see I ain't that nervous My pa I know drives the city bus Your thoughts I see punch through your sockets You're right you know no beer in my bucket Please hire me Please hire me I have no cash No monies No nothing I guess that you want me to die Mister you see I ran out of quarters I'm poor but I ain't no martyr Plastic I see is big in business For me you know its value is less My hair you see is long and greasy Don't lie I know you were a hippie Lately I see you've slipped on the noose It's silk you know and it will not come loose Please hire me Please hire me I have no cash No monies No nothing I guess that you want me to die Please hire me Please hire me I have no cash No monies No nothing I guess that you want me to die
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Christmas time again and I ain't got no presents underneath the tree Everyone I tell always wonders what the hell is wrong with me Oh can't you see I'm broke as hell straight outta jail Killed a man in 42 with a 45 cause he barked up the wrong tree Drive my truck off a highway bridge going 95 cause the cops was chasing me Oh can't you see Drunk as a skunk don't give a fuck Riding into Nashville on a pinto Rolling with the garbage in the rank wind Looking for a slim meal I ain't got much Folks are standing outside candy floss shops Stains on their flannel pockets empty Young man a good meal is damn hard to find Hitched a ride with a country gal we ate a can of beans she dropped me at Chevron Robbed a man with a rusty blade grabbed the cash and coins and tossed them in the pond Oh can't you see Going to jail I'm dumb as hell Cops slapped the cuffs on Lower Broadway Held a man down and fed him garbage Quenched his thirst with a draft of piss warm beer Wiped his chin clean with a waxed wrapper Young man a good meal is damn hard to find
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Equal Pay 01:29
Equal Pay That's the only way Your shit lands upon our turf Upon the waves of shit we surf We crash upon the motorcade Crying in our slop for equal pay Equal Pay That's the only way Mouths are covered in your grease We can't afford your vegan meats Your B.O. leaks all through the streets Why can't you give us freaks some equal pay Equal Pay That's the only way Beat us up and kick us down Smear our bodies on the ground To pave the way for better days Where we're kept far away from equal pay Equal Pay That's the only way
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I wish you were my Jackie Chan
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Bennies 00:46
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Black birds bopping on the power lines Billy's watching them through the cracked window Of his motel room behind the smoke/booze mart With the neon sign that keeps him up every night Solitaire spread on the musky wood He smokes a cig, takes a swig and thinks of 74 When the Italians paid him to pop his gun Them days are gone flicked away like a cigarette butt New gangs are in town Billy's gonna get his He's gonna die with his lips on that brown bottle Gio's coming with a flask in his boot Wrench in his waste And he's gonna cut you He's gonna cut you Gio slugged tequila in Laredo Texas Then at sixteen years he went and deuced the joint His ma was working Wal-Mart and his pa in construction They were drowning in copper pools of regret Gio was bored he wanted fun, drugs and floozies So he stole a blacktop and gunned it to Houston Where he met young gangs in decrepit homes In the bullseye of the suburban sprawl Fat boy Juan gave Gio a blade with a shiny pearl handle And said cut that old honkey Gio's coming with a flask in his boot Wrench in his waste And he's gonna cut you He's gonna you
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Back home no one knows of truths that drown in the sea. They wait and hope their husbands, fathers, sons will return with emeralds. Meanwhile in the Cutthroat Sea fat Captain Longbeard buoys for no one to see, his beard spreads like oil, black flooding the high surface above drowning coins never to be found. Husbands, fathers and the sons... Longbeard how could you ever pay your debt?  Your debt in lives.
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Major Jam 00:24
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Tubbs was a janitor at the grade school Kids saw his missing teeth and thought him a fool Everyday he'd mop the cafeteria They'd all scream give us change, will ya? Tubbs would bring a finger to his chest That was stamped with a blue star - football's best "I have no change, this job pays no good, no more" "But Tubbs we need it for the school store" They'd pile on him like a pyre Till he'd break and run, face burning like a fire... To the janitor's closet To the janitor's closet Exploited by spoils To the janitor's closet Every night after the kids went home Down haunted hallways, Tubbs would rome Past walls with paper scenes of a farm Past the water fountain that's always warm To the door that was always open Open, for folks like him, who never knew when Kids started carrying hearts like dimes So small, so short like unfinished rhymes Twisting the knob, thinking of his kin Smelling Clorox, he'd step in- To the janitor's closet To the janitor's closet Exploited by spoils To the janitor's closet But one September night Tubbs sat beneath the closet's lonely light Trying to picture his son in college Jotting down his earnings, Tubbs could judge Unless there was a miracle from the lord His boy's hands would stay busy, his mind bored Tubbs couldn't smell the poison in the room A gas leak - full in bloom In the morning, Tubbs's corpse clutched a quarter White men with black bags carried the stretcher... To the janitor's closet To the janitor's closet Exploited by spoils To the janitor's closet

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