A cropped photo of a vibrantly colored dog can be seen on each corner.Īfter the SoundCloud was repurposed for $uicideboy$, it remained up for listening, unlike most material created before $uicideboy$. This is on a background that features cannabis flowers, and a text reading “$moke a $ack” in “A Dripping Marker” font. It features cropped out photos of Scrim and Oddy with text reading their names overlaid on top of them. Like the other three singles from Patron Saint of Everything Totally Fucked, Smoke a Sack has its own unique cover image. Unlike most early $crim instrumentals, the instrumental for this song cannot be found on DJ $crim’s SoundClick page. The instrumental also features a sample from DJ Paul’s Looking For Tha Chewin'. Smoke a Sack features a simple albeit catchy 808 beat loop, as well as lyrics showcasing the copious amounts of marijuana smoked amongst the two. Smoke a Sack’s initial release was a week before the announced release date of $crim’s Patron Saint of Everything Totally Fucked, and it was originally recorded for that mixtape. It was first posted as a single on SoundCloud on November 25th, 2013, then released twice on DatPiff, with the mixtapes Patron Saint of Everything Totally Fucked, and Pluto both using this song. Both of these artists would join forces together to form $uicideboy$. Smoke a Sack (stylized as “$moke a $ack”) is the final single and third track of $crim’s Patron Saint of Everything Totally Fucked and track ten of Oddy Nuff’s Pluto.
Reggy bush weed pro#
If smokin' weed makes you dumb Then why not get some brain when you smoke that blunt (Yeah!) Run it up, fill it up, roll it up, light it up Pass it over here cause I only hit it once (Okay?) Don't let it run I blowin' smoke rings while you bitches overdosing on my nuts 2 bad bitches die Break which one of that block Oh well lets roll another up Yep I harvest all my crystals like Apartheid Look like diamond diamonds on my weed, it make the gar shine But it could be just the promethazine we painted on the door side Slowly burnin', movin' slowly Hurlin' fuck I'm fucked up Smokin fuckin blunts Eye's redder than the cherry paint on my fuckin' car Bitch please the way we movin' we ain't goin' far This that shit that chill you out, if you is gettin' buck Smoked too much and all that you can say is what the fuck What the fuck you look like my grandma This weed must be too good Shiiii son, you buggin' me out Maybe I should've bought you some Reggie Bush Get the image Yeah my weed look like Grimace Pro at procrastinating I'm a menace So high I look like I just left the dentist Smokin' that weed that I bought from a chemist