Mr. Sesame Seed lyrics

[Intro: Violent J, Anybody Killa]
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Ah-uh
Nah man, not this motherf*cker ass
Don't let him light it up
Naw man we tight
Hell nah
You go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Here he comes in his ice cream truck once again
Sellin' bags of bullsh*t when its gonna end?
Havin' little ass kids that don't know any better
Smokin' bags of mud dust and callin' it shredder
You could eat your weed just pop it in like popcorn
Because it's all seeds and it's god damn wrong
I chase fags like you when you show me the bag
For tryin' to insult my smarts with this f*ckin' schwag
I smoke crumble and get so high I can't see
Come down and then I got your ass standin' before me
With a bag of barn floor like "Tryna smoke one up!"
Mr. sesame f*ckin' seed ass shut up
You need punch! For every headache hit that I took
f*ck 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 sh*t"
[Chorus: Legz Diamond, Violent J]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's somethin' wrong with your bag
It's more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
A man tell me somethin', What the f*ck is wrong with you? (f*ck is wrong with you?)
b*tch ass motherf*cker, what the f*ck is wrong with you? (f*ck is wrong with you?)

[Verse 2: Anybody Killa, Violent J]
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 buyin' your sh*t no more I swear
Need the sticky icky green with the bright white glare
Keep steppin'! "Can't sell here!"
Don't need your blunts poppin' burnin' facial hair
I would rather quit smokin' then buy your drama
Nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster
Chasin' me down, servin' 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 what's wrong with you?

[Chorus: Legz Diamond, Anybody Killa]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's something wrong with your bag
It's more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
Motherf*cker, what the f*ck is wrong with you? Motherf*cker (f*ck is wrong with you?)
Motherf*cker, what the f*ck is wrong with you? Motherf*cker (f*ck is wrong with you?)
[Verse 3: Violent J]
I seen the artificial dope man selling bags of trick
It was just crumb without the next straight up bullsh*t
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 smokin' his sh*t
All you over riding f*ckers all you gots is seeds
And your sh*t look like a f*cking bag of Rice Crispies
My weed man gets the sh*t and poured it from his suit
And these rainforest riding on spinnin' 24's
And you ride around the neighborhood on a unicycle
Sellin' that wrong to people who don't know right, though
So get b*tched slapped off it and cough up them green bags
I'm eatin' at your weed sack b*tch you eatin' that
I'm beatin' that ass for them headache bags
It's 'cause of you people don't even smoke like Shaggz

[Interlude: Shaggy 2 Dope]
"That's the f*ck I'm sayin' man. Y'all motherf*ckers sell some drankey ass sh*t man. Y'all sell stems and seeds and sh*t. If I'm gonna smoke I'm gonna smoke some premium."

[Chorus: Legz Diamond, Violent J]
Not this fool what the f*ck is wrong with you? (f*ck is wrong with you?)
Goddamn, what the f*ck is wrong with you? (f*ck is wrong with you?)
Funky ass
[Verse 4: Anybody Killa, Violent J]
I don't need no sesame seed, I don't need no sticks and hay
You ain't gonna sell that sh*t that weeds more like a give away
Raffle it off to little kids for there school lunch change
Walking through the neighbor hood sellin' joints of bird seed grain
(Ay man, hold up man? Naw man!) Voice all raspy, clothes really stink
Smellin' like a bonfire, what you think?
And got the nerve to ask where I've been
Far the f*ck away from you and your bag of peanut friends
No hard feelins but your sh*t sucks
After breakin' down an ounce I only got three blunts
So f*ck you weed man stop sellin'
I'm not a f*ckin' snitch but I'm in the mood for tellin'

[Chorus: Legz Diamond, Violent J, Anybody Killa]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's something wrong with your bag (Goddamn, it might be some wrong)
It's more seed than its weed, (f*ck is this?) more stems and sticks out to had (Smash that [?])
Fake ass weed man, what the f*ck is wrong with you?
(f*ck is wrong with you?) (f*ck is wrong with you?)
What the f*ck? What the f*ck is wrong with you?
What the f*ck is wrong with you? (f*ck is wrong with you?)
Man, f*ck is wrong with you?

[Outro]
"Beating down brand new Shaggy 2 Dope to abbreviate your species"