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ganja pile
written by SilentScreamsofDeath06:05 PM 1/9/05What the fuck is going on
a man knocks at the door
i try to leave a message
but they want more and more
the hemp is growing in my basement
water it may need
i tend to it on every day
to keep my land and deed
how did all this get started
i wonder with a frown
its seems that I've been hitched
by Tetrahydrocannibol
Smoking it is quite fun
As is the ugly haze
I save a lot on groceries
with the seed of my days
I've got a PILE OF FUCKIN' GANJA
I CAN SMOKE IT ANY DAY
Stoned as Castle Rock
lala hemp rules
smoke it.. ahh haha
heeemmmpp
wanna buy some pot honey?
sure
ok have fun!! Thanks!
Rolling in my money
its like a dream come true
weed is my harvest
pot is my love
ahhh hahah ahah hah haha
This old man, he played one,
he played knick knack on my
thumb with a knick knack
paddy whack give a
dog a bone
this old man is going home
this old man
he played two
he played knick knack on my
shoe wi splat
they killed my fucking daughter
i'll kill their fucking dad
I just need money now..
money... WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?? |
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