Bored Sunday, wrote a rap song about cigars.

Lyrics:

V1:
Allow me to introduce you to, a new whole hobby point of view
Where burning 20 dollar bills is the coolest brand new thing to do
Where Private Leagues fermented leaves make followers say "oh yes please"
Where Opus X competes with sex on minds of men like they were teens

Chorus:
Smoke if you got em', if you traded or you bought em
If they're Ron Mexicos or you paid a million dollars
Toast the foot, cut the head, light it til the cherry's red
Take a puff, savor the flavor, get a nic buzz to your head (oh)

V2:
John Drew in our president, Steve Saka is our resident, expert on such things as fermentation and soil nitrogen
Don Pepin is the pope here, holy potent and revered, his triple cap and pepper blast will have you crying joyous tears
The Fuentes are the government, making money like a mint, talk bad about their chateau and they'll order a black-ops-style hit
Crowned Heads are the resistance, scrappy and persistent, they'll take their licks, release Mule Kicks and stand up for the little gents

Chorus

V3:
Viso seco ligero, what the hell. Mojitos are the only thing I can blend well
Corojo, Habano, man what do I know, that what we pay Pete Johnson big money for
Binder filler wrapper and all that such, unless its a fake cohiba man that don't mean much
Curings, primings, bunchero, entubar, Joya de Nicauragua, hecho a Mano regresar 

Chorus




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