offbeat bare-ass

any different people can apply to drop the funk

it's not a country club review board steady talkin junk

many people would have it others go put and grab it

some trip over toots and say fuck it i'm sunk

i put it in a limerick and kick the slick nick verbs

i am the one who scores the herb

when we're on the road p-nut rolls it up

throw me a joint on stage what's up

i will tell a cop that i know my fucking rights

and we can match wits all night for real

he said if i had nothing to hide

then of course i wouldn't mind if he looked through our ride

uh

no i'd really rather you didn't

and no we don't have guns hidden

we stood there for a while continue to decline

firmly

i didn't lose my mind

i didn't let him break me he's just another human

not a bit of shame in what we were doin' that day

he couldn't make us stay

we had our shit together

it don't matter whether

we sport the dread locks or a shaved head

or if we have a sticker from the dead

i said a better verse rehearsed about the roughneck curse

last week i keep an even keel and bow in place

and face the music every minute

never could see my homey comin' till he passed

funky gas by my way all the day i couldn't laugh

oh by now i'm chill with it

bare ass in my face i'm ok but chad's like uh-uh no he isn't"