| A fake bag of grassis what you’ve gone and sold «Legal Herbs» mixed with
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| under-couch discovered mold
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| Mail-order crap, we could tell it right away
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| But the mold has made us murderous and now you’ll have to…
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| Pay for it, bet on that
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| Scream for it, eat my shit
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| Our cash as well as your stash
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| After the beating we rip you limb from limb
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| Limb from limb, seed and stem, shitty friend weed
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| I’m sure you’ve made worse mistakes in your life
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| Try and tell that to this rusty axe and butcher’s knife
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| Come to your house and strap you into bed
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| Hideous torture, you’ll be begging for your death
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| Squirm in disgust, scream if you must
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| Hope for you is lost, and all at what cost?
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| Cut out the tongue, spiked bat is swung
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| Groin has been smashed, mouth and cheeks have been slashed
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| Rip the jaws, pack fake pot into the mouth, then light it up
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| Hold him down, smoke it now, getting stoned? |
| I think so
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| Smoke the weed out of the living head
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| Brain resin shall leave you undead
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| Torturous justice served and coughing heard by disposal of the baggy
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| Destroyed ironically, another shitty dealer gone and off the streets
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| Torturous justice served, revenge is earned by disposal of the baggy
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| Violent maimed, now dead, he took a ¼ pound of that fake shit to the head
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| Justice served and coughing heard by disposal of the baggy
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| Destroyed ironically, another shitty dealer gone and off the streets
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| Torturous justice served, revenge is earned by disposal of the baggy
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| Violently mained, now dead, he took a ¼ pound of that fake shit to the head |