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A maddening craving begins to take over, i m sure they thought they could handle it a 40 ft bong packed with an ounce, but nothing like this
I hit the jackpot, i must taste for myself, i pull out a small bag of herb
On a cold slab growing cold in my morgue, when i am dead when i am dead
Searching through their pockets, i pull out a small bag of herb, i roll a small joint
Two stoners dead from asphyxiation, am i dead am i alive, their heads blew off
Have i now gone crazy, have i now gone crazy, my sweet release is coming soon when i am dead
Make me fall to the floor in a quivering heap, my white lab coat is quickly turning to red
When i am dead when i am dead, i must taste for myself Come, my sweet release is coming soon when i am dead
I grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck, but nothing like this, i grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck
I grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck, i hit the jackpot Fiends, the moment the smoke enters my lungs
Led them to choke on the smoke, i pull out a small bag of herb, a maddening craving begins to take over
their heads blew off
I lose all sense of reality, an experiment in smoking marijuana gone wrong The, the moment the smoke enters my lungs
Led them to choke on the smoke, but nothing quite like this of, i roll a small joint
Have i now gone crazy, when i am dead when i am dead Corpse, an experiment in smoking marijuana gone wrong
searching through their pockets
In my profession i ve seen a lot of things, i grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck, i roll a small joint
I grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck, have i now gone crazy
I hit the jackpot, i pull out a small bag of herb
two stoners dead from asphyxiation
the moment the smoke enters my lungs
When i am dead when i am dead, on a cold slab growing cold in my morgue
I m sure they thought they could handle it a 40 ft bong packed with an ounce, panic overtakes me i want this torture to end
But nothing quite like this, i m sure they thought they could handle it a 40 ft bong packed with an ounce
an experiment in smoking marijuana gone wrong
strange colors and shapes unlike anything i have ever seen
When i am dead when i am dead, i lose all sense of reality
I pull out a small bag of herb, thoughts and sensations so strange i fear i have gone insane
i grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck
Have i now gone crazy, i m sure they thought they could handle it a 40 ft bong packed with an ounce
An experiment in smoking marijuana gone wrong, have i now gone crazy, i grab a nearby scalpel and ram it into my neck
I m sure they thought they could handle it a 40 ft bong packed with an ounce, but nothing like this
The lethal cheeba that brought these young stoners demise, i m sure they thought they could handle it a 40 ft bong packed with an ounce
On a cold slab growing cold in my morgue, an experiment in smoking marijuana gone wrong, i lose all sense of reality
On a cold slab growing cold in my morgue, am i dead am i alive
Two stoners dead from asphyxiation, make me fall to the floor in a quivering heap
searching through their pockets
I roll a small joint, i roll a small joint
Panic overtakes me i want this torture to end, thoughts and sensations so strange i fear i have gone insane
Have i now gone crazy, but nothing like this, am i dead am i alive
a maddening craving begins to take over
The lethal cheeba that brought these young stoners demise, panic overtakes me i want this torture to end Come, the moment the smoke enters my lungs