It’s American lyrics

Yo, yo, kid, you-you alright?
Yo, yo, stop blockin', kid
Yo, what's wrong, man?
Yo, no, oh (oh, sh*t, it's gonna blow)
{Explodes}
Oh no, yo
Oh, sh*t

Yo, what the f*ck is on yo' head, kid?
Is that brain I smell? (Oh)
You bet your sweet thug ass (oh, no)
That's right

We're back up in here
With a case of that blocka, blocka
Here to tell all you donies and donnettes
The real deal

From the makers of Ghost Weed comes:
Headless Horseman Weed

This sh*t is straight gold (ayo)
They make some bomb-ass weed
But this sh*t will f*ck up my hairdo (braow)

Now I get high, but I never thought I'd get hurt (pow, braow)
Yo, last time I smoke that sh*t, holmes
I swore I heard horses
Every time I try to write a motherf*ckin' rhyme
That sh*t was about horses

Remember, Ghost Weed:
It's American