Smoke Up My Ass - milk

Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks Well, I don't need your thought police Well, I don't need your saving soul Well, I don't need your mind control Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I don't need your howling moon Well, I don't need your happy tune Well, I don't need your jetting set Well, I don't need your cigarettes Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright (America is defied) (It devours its few) Well, I don't want your O-J juice Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce Well, I don't want your flying nun Well, I don't want your golden gun Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo And I stitch it all together with super glue "Stop playing around, man" Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now

(Feat. Ad Rock (Beastie Boys)) 1, 2, 3, 4! [Milk] Who's this white boy knocking at my door!? [Ad Rock] Well it's the King Ad Rock and I'm a goddamn fool Don't give a fuck about the golden rule Because you know I get fly, I'm high, I'm gone Listen all of y'all, because my word is fucking bond [Milk] I'm the Milk, man, I got game like Ewing I work real hard like Oakley be doing Mister 23 couldn't dunk on me Here's a knee to the ribds, my bad, foul three [Ad Rock] Well it's the high-pitched brothers from the East Coast Rapping on the mic and giving y'all the most Because I'm the host of disaster, master of shock You all want a piece of Milk and Ad Rock! [Milk] Yeah! Everybody knows that Milk's no killer But you might catch a headbutt like Reggie Miller I am what I am that's all that I am But what I ain't is spam, damn! Spam! Ain't the move it's imitation ham! Ham is pork and the pork is foul Cut it like a pig and that ain't my style Two MC's you know we're versatile [Ad Rock] So won't you grab the mic and just rock for, a while [Milk] Milk's the name I use, I don't smoke Wu's I'm down to catch a bump and a bruise But I won't slit my wrist if I get dissed I drink a quart then I take a long piss [Ad Rock] Well it's the intergalactic connection with the rhythm section And I like to wreck shit so (Latifah sample: Get live, all right?) I bulit my house on my DJ's cuts I'm Wilt the Stilt cause I bust a million nuts [Milk] Check! I'm unpredictable like the Knick John Starks When I wreck the mic all you see is Milk sparks Fire! My voice gets HIGHER and HIGHER You said I'm not the man, you goddamn liar [Ad Rock] Well it's nice to be back in the M-I-X I'm making all the suckers say "My God, what's next?" Because I'm on some other type of shit that's odd But I got a hook for all of y'all and it's Spam! Ain't the move it's imitation ham! Ham is pork and the pork is foul Cut it like a pig and that ain't my style Two MC's you know we're versatile [Ad Rock] So won't you grab the mic and just rock for a while [Milk] Check it out y'all, check it check it out A check it out y'all, check it check it out "This is all very unfortunate, but he made a mistake And he sung, we're not going to have any more trouble He was always a lovely boy" [Ad Rock] Well one (One!) two (Two!) three (Three!) four (Four!) Who's that black guy knocking on my door? [Milk] It's the M to the I to the L to the K I'll split your girl when it's time to hit the hay Spit in the crowd and curse at the ref Scream on the mic til you all go deaf [Ad Rock] I put a smile on your face from ear to ear Make a young lady want to shake their rear Because I got raps, I kick skull snaps When it comes to rhyming I never hold back [Milk] I hate a sucker boy in the skirt and shirt Trying to act hard but he just don't work You'd better step left or you might get hurt Punched in the face and kicked in the dirt [Ad Rock] Well I'm Earl the Pearl Monroe and I'm on the go When I get my flow you know, I'm gone But you can't catch me with your fucking raps, G Cause I'm the man, you know I'm never ever no Spam! Ain't the move it's imitation ham! Ham is pork and the pork is foul Cut it like a pig and that ain't my style Two MC's you know we're versatile [Ad Rock] So won't you grab the mic and just rock for a while [Milk] Check it out y'all, check it check it out A check it out y'all, check it check it out