Bring on the bong, you punk
It isn’t soylent green
But purest fucking skunk
For stoner fucking team
Mix THC and pyre
Smoke till weeds burn your cock
Stop fighting fire with fire
Fight smoke with fucking smoke
Three kilos in the trunk
I love my medicine
Beware the wicked lung
Of smoking death machine
You’re girl I’d love to meet
Because you’re so wasted
While I am smoking weed
Check out ma balls & taste it
I see the shadows coming
to take ma weed, damn sluts
look for my jigsaw , plannin’
How graze those skin and guts
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