"Mr. Sesame Seed" lyrics - INSANE CLOWN POSSE

"Naw man not this mother fuk ass."
"Don't let him light it up."
"No man we tight you go ahead and smoke that all to yourself dawg"
Here he comes in his ice cream truck once again,
Sellin bags of bullshit when its gunna end?
Haven little ass kids that don't know any better,
Smoking bags of mud dust and calling it shredder.
You could eat ur weed just pop it in like popcorn,
Because its alll seeds and its god damn wrong.
I chace fags like you when you show me the bag,
For tryin' to insult me smarts with this fucking shwag.
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 "tryin' to smoke one up".
Mr. sesame fucking seed ass shut up you need punch,
For every headache hit that I took fuck off my jock before I rock ur block.
And send you back to ur connect with ur eyes swollen money gone but ur weed ain't stolin.
"Keep that shit"
Mr. sesame seed there's somthing wrong wich yo bag,
Its more seed than its weed,
More stems and sticks out to had.
A man tell me somthing what the fuck is wrong wich u?
"Fuck is wrong wich you?"
Bitch ass motherfucker what the fuck is wronge wich you?
"Fuck is wronge wich you?"
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 ur shit no more I swear,
Need the stickey icky green with the bright white glare.
"Keep steppen".
Can't sell here.
Don't need your blunts poppin' burning facial hair,
I would rather quit smoking then buy ur drama nightmares in my sleep about the seed man monster.
Chaceing me down serving me up.
Seed weasle goes pop when the pipes lit up.
When now ur 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 what's wrong wich you?

I seen the artificial dope man selling bags of trick,
It was just crumb without the next straight up bullshit.
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 its wrong it exests.
Eather way we always end up smoking his shit.
All you over rideing fockers all you gots is seeds.
And ur shit look like a fucking bag of rice crispies.
My weed man gets the shit and poured it from his suit.
And these rainforest ridin' on spinning 24's,
And you ride around the neighborhood on a unicycle,
Sellin that rong to people who don't know right, though.
So get bitched slaped off it and cough up them green bags,
I'm eatin at ur weed sack bitch you eatin that,
I'm beating that ass for them headache bags,
Its 'cause cause you people don't even smoke like shagg.
"That's the fuck I'm sayin' man. y'all motherfuckers sell some drankey ass shit man. y'all sell stems and steeds and shit. if I'm gunna smoke I'm gunna smoke some premium"

I don't need no sesame seed.
I don't need no stickes and hay.
U ain't gunna sell that shit that weeds more like a give away.
Raffel it off to little kids for there school lunch change.
Walking through the neighbor hood selling joints of bird seed grain.
Voice all raspy cloths really stink.
Smelling like a bond fire what you think.
And got the nerve to ask where I've been.
Far the fuck away from you and ur bag of peanut friends.
No hard feelings but your shit sucks.
After breaking down an ounce I only got 3 blunts.
So fuck you weed man stop sellin.
I'm not a fucking snitch but I'm in the mood for tellin'.