Lyrics:
Potato Head Blues

I just can't get along I need the head to leave my shoulders on Palm trees, the flat broke disease And L.A. has got me on my knees I am the bluest of blues

, got em feeling like he?s Merlin Whirlwind, powder makes your World spin Learn from OG?s, Alpha Romeo?s and Sterling Updated that, upgraded that Suffocation blue, in the inside?s potato

niggas doin bad, so I get my cash and I act mad, I mash out on the glass I gotta big ol' Lac, a nigga comin down with blue and purple comin down with

big rap sheet that's outweighing two elephants Jumbo shits from New Orleans Players and Pimps that bit off Fiends Quick, switch with the hands, Powder blue

and pout, bicker and babble Now they all lost for words like I beat 'em in Scrabble You see I'm from a small town called fresh out a cop's ass Where Mr. Head-Potatoes

Fried tomato, baked potato, soup and kettle, double barrel Bow and arrow, camouflage, Les Paul, buzz saw Country boy, come on now, make that good ol' fiddle squak Hound dog, bullfrog, deer head

beat goes It's so gritty Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider Southwest Alumini dwellin' in Decatur Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato

Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm puttin' It on my head, not even a semi-fraud More like a demigod in bed-post I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate So

want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX Well, I'll be darned, shiver me timbers, yo head