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Insane Clown Posse

"Mr. Sesame Seed"

[Intro:]
"Nah man not this motherf*cker ass."
"Don't let him light it up."
"No man we tight you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg"

[Verse 1: Violent J]
Here he comes in his ice cream truck once again
Selling bags of bullsh*t when its gonna end?
Having little ass kids that don't know any better
Smoking bags of mud dust and calling it shredder
You could eat your weed just pop it in like popcorn
Because its all seeds and it's god damn wrong
I chase fags like you when you show me the bag
For trying to insult my smarts with this f*cking schwag
I smoke crumble and get so high I can't see
Come down and then I got your ass standing before me
With a bag of barn floor like "Trying to smoke one up"
Mr. sesame f*cking 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"

[Hook:]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's something wrong with your bag
It's more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
A man tell me something: 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]
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 buying your sh*t no more I swear
Need the sticky icky green with the bright white glare
Keep stepping! "Can't sell here!"
Don't need your blunts popping burning facial hair
I would rather quit smoking then buy your drama
Nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster
Chasing me down, serving 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 whats wrong with you?

[Hook:]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's something wrong with your bag
It's more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
A man tell me something: 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 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 smoking 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 spinning 24's
And you ride around the neighborhood on a unicycle
Selling 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 eating at your weed sack b*tch you eating that
I'm beating that ass for them headache bags
It's cause cause of you people don't even smoke like Shaggz

"That's the f*ck I'm saying 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"

[Hook:]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's something wrong with your bag
It's more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
A man tell me something: 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 4: Anybody Killa]
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 selling joints of bird seed grain
Voice all raspy, clothes really stink
Smelling like a bonfire, what you think?
And got the nerve to ask where I've been
Far the f*ck away from u and your bag of peanut friends
No hard feelings but your sh*t sucks
After breaking down an ounce I only got 3 blunts
So f*ck you weed man stop selling
I'm not a f*cking snitch but I'm in the mood for telling

[Hook:]
Mr. Sesame Seed, there's something wrong with your bag
It's more seed than its weed, more stems and sticks out to had
A man tell me something: 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?)

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