| It was the moment that I first heard the sirens
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| And saw the panicked news reporters on my t. |
| v screen
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| I got the feeling that this was more than terrorist
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| But theirs no way I could have known how fucked up things would be
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| Inhalation Plague!
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| I heard reports of a green toxic vapor
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| Spreading from a growhouse burning down in east L. A
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| A lethal mix of T.H.C and bathsalts
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| Once inhaled would drive its victims to hurt others than themselves
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| Inhalation Plague!
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| I had no time to panic
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| The cloud of death
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| It would soon be here
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| Blowing reefer beyond my darkest fears!
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| I felt lightheaded then a little woozy
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| A burning in my nostrils like I’d never felt before
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| I knew the symptom was the first sign of exposure
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| My coughing would not stop as I rubbed bloodshot eyes
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| My hair began falling out
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| It fell in clumps lightly to the floor
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| I was so high I stopped even trying to think
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| The mental doorway in my mind gave away
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| Bloodcurdling visions of pain and death
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| An overwhelming urge taking over my thoughts
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| We must shed blood to please the reefer gods
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| No longer in control
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| I limped strangely out of my front door
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| I went outside
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| Tonight someone I know will die!
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| I paid no heed to the chaos all around me
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| Explosions rumbled in the distance but I did not care
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| A brick that was lying in some rubble
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| Smashed a neighbor’s window so I could get inside
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| I knew the family was hiding in the basement
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| They would be a sacrifice
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| To my new master now
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| So with a steak knife I stole out of their kitchen
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| I sliced their fucking throats! |