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Bleed from my pipe |
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Revenge on treacherous ganga |
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I will smoke |
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breaking my buds |
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sticky fingers my catharsis |
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I will toke |
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Into the lungs |
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bong injects smoke |
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Stoned |
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The one that they got high |
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He will always stay fried |
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Plagued by the buds |
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I will smoke you |
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filled in my lungs |
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SMoke at my face |
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The grisly resins went un-scraped |
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Until now |
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Deep in the hole |
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You are out of weed |
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But stoned |
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Choke on your smoke |
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Your brain the smoke cuts off |
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Then your legs |
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The one that you got high |
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Will smoke you this way |
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Scarred by the buds |
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I will smoke you |
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Killed by my lungs |
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I must smoke you |
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Into the throat |
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The smoke injects |
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Warm cloud sprays out |
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The aroma entices |
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Pull out your lighter |
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And let you watch |
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Shove the bong to your mouth |
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And light the batch |
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I watch you get stoned |
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I am released |
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From years of pain |
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You weed averted |
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My becoming insane |
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I am stoned |
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I have smoked you |
