[Verse 1 - Tommy Dockerz]
So check the method, what?
Deafer than a leopard
Infect the session and I get it on the record
When you got no smoke and you got no holes to poke
I'll grab the tramadol and pop em til I overdose
I'm comatose before I black out
I got a zoot to pack out
I'll blow the back out of every hooker in the crackhouse
My dick's infected so I go to the doctor's
And he told me just to get a job
I smoked too many dockerz
My lung's hanging out
I'll be tipping out ashtrays, quit the fast way
Get the roach, shove it in
Time to get nasty
Tumbling down flights of stairs
My hands are dirtier than if I did bike repairs
Oils, harsher than royals
Hotter than the temperature my cannibutter boils
The only thing that's spoiling the session is when
I failed to enter in a nephilim while wrestling them
So check the method
[Verse 2 - The Rev]
When the situation's bad and you're all out of weed
And you're feeding and needing
And breathing trees in your fiend
All your friends gone home
Check the chrome for a bong but there's none
It feels wrong to not smoke on
It's a gutter but don't worry brother
Roll another docker pocker
Cos living with no weed is like a living horror
Broke motherfuckers with no money to borrow
Yo, lay this on the ground man
I'll pay you back tomorrow, holla
No way, why I bother is the question
But anyway back to the dock
Get the scissors to chop off the top
Get rid of the ash
[?] add a bitta baccy
And then we roll the rizlas
Capiche, bifta
Light it up, burn the twist up and lift up
Spaced out chillin
Or you'll puck smoke to the throat
Kill it straight when it free weed we're billin
[Verse 3 - Tommy Dockerz]
Cos the way I see it loads of weed is going to waste
And this way I got a docker I can blow in your face
I'm bout to piss, shit and whitey but I ain't a disgrace
Straight rolling up a docker, love the way that it taste
So check the method
Yo I got ashy fingers
I'm down to the last of the kingers
Texting everybody like 'I need some weed so ring us'
Just prank when you're outside
One bell for dank
Lifted like a dumbell, I never talk to Frank
I love the way it stank so much, I can't live without it
Might take a little break one day but I doubt it
Cos the grinder where I ground it and the memories surrounding
Got me sinking when I'm drinking man cos all I do is think about it
[Verse 4 - The Rev]
I love my dockerz roll a big roach
So when it's smoked I can fuck the hole
Damn this is a tight roll
No you can't have a toke and here you'll choke
Throat broke from the load of dockerz that I just smoked
I hope mumma never thrown the rest away again
Gettin pissy like I'm drinkin on me heineken
In the jam with the fuckin crown with the dockerz
Real dirty fuckers
Dockerz locked in lockers got the young uns with the choppers
Check the method
So check the method, what?
Deafer than a leopard
Infect the session and I get it on the record
When you got no smoke and you got no holes to poke
I'll grab the tramadol and pop em til I overdose
I'm comatose before I black out
I got a zoot to pack out
I'll blow the back out of every hooker in the crackhouse
My dick's infected so I go to the doctor's
And he told me just to get a job
I smoked too many dockerz
My lung's hanging out
I'll be tipping out ashtrays, quit the fast way
Get the roach, shove it in
Time to get nasty
Tumbling down flights of stairs
My hands are dirtier than if I did bike repairs
Oils, harsher than royals
Hotter than the temperature my cannibutter boils
The only thing that's spoiling the session is when
I failed to enter in a nephilim while wrestling them
So check the method
[Verse 2 - The Rev]
When the situation's bad and you're all out of weed
And you're feeding and needing
And breathing trees in your fiend
All your friends gone home
Check the chrome for a bong but there's none
It feels wrong to not smoke on
It's a gutter but don't worry brother
Roll another docker pocker
Cos living with no weed is like a living horror
Broke motherfuckers with no money to borrow
Yo, lay this on the ground man
I'll pay you back tomorrow, holla
No way, why I bother is the question
But anyway back to the dock
Get the scissors to chop off the top
Get rid of the ash
[?] add a bitta baccy
And then we roll the rizlas
Capiche, bifta
Light it up, burn the twist up and lift up
Spaced out chillin
Or you'll puck smoke to the throat
Kill it straight when it free weed we're billin
[Verse 3 - Tommy Dockerz]
Cos the way I see it loads of weed is going to waste
And this way I got a docker I can blow in your face
I'm bout to piss, shit and whitey but I ain't a disgrace
Straight rolling up a docker, love the way that it taste
So check the method
Yo I got ashy fingers
I'm down to the last of the kingers
Texting everybody like 'I need some weed so ring us'
Just prank when you're outside
One bell for dank
Lifted like a dumbell, I never talk to Frank
I love the way it stank so much, I can't live without it
Might take a little break one day but I doubt it
Cos the grinder where I ground it and the memories surrounding
Got me sinking when I'm drinking man cos all I do is think about it
[Verse 4 - The Rev]
I love my dockerz roll a big roach
So when it's smoked I can fuck the hole
Damn this is a tight roll
No you can't have a toke and here you'll choke
Throat broke from the load of dockerz that I just smoked
I hope mumma never thrown the rest away again
Gettin pissy like I'm drinkin on me heineken
In the jam with the fuckin crown with the dockerz
Real dirty fuckers
Dockerz locked in lockers got the young uns with the choppers
Check the method
( Dirty Dockerz )
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