[Dylan Ross]
Roll to the scene and I'm rolling a bone
Onion got me in a mystical zone
Flipping you off with the back of this tone
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Now it is on
Now it is on
Break out the sack and we smokin till dawn
Back until dusk [?] enough my brother rolling up a cone
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Rising up out of the ashes
Smoking on something that looks just like magic
Chiefing like habit, damn
I'm passing the blunt and im back in the strunk 'cuz im hectic
I do not give a fuck if I’m an addict
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If I had Anna, believe I could revert the static
I need the onion in my lungs so I reach for the bag
I break it down and roll it up then take a mystic drag
I do not smoke with those who don't even know how to zag
Back to thinking as I smoke with the ink until I think I'll have a heart attack
[[Hook]
It’s the tales of the onion
Yes sir
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherfucking onion
[x2]
[Big Crust]
How fat is the fattest blunt you've ever seen
The last blunt I rolled could have broke a triple beam
And if I had every blunt I think I ever smoked
I could stack them up and build myself a swisher home
I smoke my onion jawn and I smoke it to the dome
Exterminating buddha blunts and then I chief the roach
I fill the white owls to the brim with skunky flowers
Hearing spirits talking to me through the onion's mystic powers
Don't fuck with cabbage only endo in the chicken
I pull the blunt so hard you think it is a strongman competition
To through wishing come the dreams I have of getting buck
You wanna smoke with me, then grab your bud and test your luck
I doubt you can keep up, all the funky in rotation
A whuirwind of smoke rises from our recreation
Baptized in optimo and the next step is creation
No hesitation I get higher then elevitation
[Hook]
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the onion
It's the tales of the motherfucking onion
[x2]
[Dylan Ross]
That's DJ motherfucking Sound
That's DJ motherfucking Sound
That's DJ motherfucking Sound
That's DJ motherfucking Sound