cropper the wank smowk

(Verse 1) Yo, Cropper’s on the zoot again, wobblin’ like a drunk clown, Takes one drag, COUGH–COUGH, whole damn house shakes down. Neighbours think it’s thunder, windows buzzin’ from the blast, Man’s lungs sound like a tractor that’s runnin’ out of gas. (Hook) Cropper the wank smowk, bro you’re too baked, Eyes half-open like a jack russell that’s been brayed. Stoned to the bone, lookin’ lost in your own zone, Every toke you take’s a natural disaster in our home. (Verse 2) Red-eyed gremlin, sittin' slumped like a broken gnome, One more cough and you’ll rearrange the whole damn home. Says he’s chillin’, but his chest says “help me, mate,” Soundin’ like he’s tryin’ to summon demons when he ventilates. (Hook) Cropper the wank smowk, bro you’re too baked, Eyes half-open like a jack russell that’s been brayed. Stoned and confused like your brain's gone walkabout, Puff-puff-KA-BOOM — another structural shout.