The Song Fight Bulletin Board

Smoke Right
by WreckdoM


It’s the leakage of love, It’s the leakage of love!
It’s the leakage of love, It’s the leakage of love!

I smoke its love in a tubing that of the crack
I feed it to the brain in my heart

I will pull it out you to nurse it in me

I eat my feeling as cancer
it returns the black color in the happiness

It’s the leakage of love, It’s the leakage of love!

The black to enter the happy crackpipe

Leaves to smoke us this hour of being forever

To eat my feeling in mine heart

leaves to cast us our wad and to be free

I go off in the jelly of the joy in my veins
that perforates my thoughts with rainbow

Like the cancer, I, too, shoot it!

my teeth become incandescent as explosions
laser my smile, destroy innocent

To pierce my idea rainbow

Leaves to smoke us this hour of being forever
leaves to cast us our wad and to be free

My tooth, optical phenomena

It’s the leakage of love!

My tooth, optical phenomena

smoke right by starfinger
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it's elementary, running bear
you should have learned to do this as a cub
but you didn't -- no, you didn't
now you make the whole tribe look like shlubs

with your sloppy smoke formations
i can hardly read the words
your writing style is childish
and your similes are like turds

you represent us -- you represent us
when your messages fly into the sky
we're the laughing stock of the nation and
you're the reason why.


..chorus..
your signalling privileges
have been revoked
until you learn to smoke
right (x2)

no blankets, no fires for you
this is no joke
until you learn to smoke
right

your signalling priv...



it's not funny
it's not funny
it's not funny, running bear

it's not funny
it's not funny
it's not funny, you little jerk


it's not, it's not fuwahooooahhhh


..chorus..

Smoke Right
Hostess Mostess

There's no room to change your mind
If you look twice and it's like you're blind
If you're gonna stand, then stand up tall
Smoke right, or not at all

And you can't sin just to stay a saint
Just to stay a saint, if you stay a saint
It's a long way down that the angels fall, so
Smoke right, or not at all

You make time for the man upstairs
He's the man upstairs, but the man upstairs
He's got time to kill on conference call, so
Smoke right or not at all

And I don't even know your name
How can I tell your secret shame
And see right through your castle wall
Smoke right or not at all

I think I see the light
The way to do it right
The power to win the fight
You gotta break the rules
You gotta use the tools
You gotta fool the fools

Truth is, there is no one great
There is no one great, there is no one great
Who's never seen detention hall, so
Smoke right or at all

We can talk a mile wide
We can open up the inside
Or we can shut up a play ball
Smoke right or at all

Young lad you wont get far
With that illustrious gal at the bar
Without a fancy passenger car
To show her the sights of the city at night
So when she pulls out a fag
Puts it to her lips to take a drag
Dont you pull out a match and offer a light
Cuz you dont smoke right

(and some other improv shit im too lazy to write down)

I experimented with marijuana and I didn’t inhale
Psh. Yeah, right.
Right.
Smoke right.
Smoke right.
Smoke right.
Smoke right.
Smoke right.
Yo quiero Taco Bell.
Why can’t I have a candy bar?