| Just a minute ladies and gentelmen, I think something is happening
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| The planet earth is the third outermost planet of nine planets orbiting a
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| single sun
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| A long time ago in a far away galaxy
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| Alien dope fiends ran out of the weed
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| They built a ship with a cannabis radar
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| Before they left they built 2 for Darth Vader
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| Who told them of a planet where the dank shit grows
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| And hydroponics is a science that everyone knows
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| So they set out on a mission to a planet called earth
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| On a neverending quest to get their herbs
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| Their on a neverending quest to get high,
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| Their on a neverending quest to get high,
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| It’s a weed war and somebodies gonna die
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| Abductees on T. V told me in secrecy
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| about a government conspiracy
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| to snatch all of our crops
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| to keep the cops paid
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| Pot for technology the deal has been made
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| And uncle sam is behind the scam
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| He’s slinging sacks behind our backs
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| Raisin the tax to the max
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| I hear he’s geting stoned with the sleestax
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| Renegade potsmokers get united
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| UFO’s and dirtfeelers have been sighted
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| So people don’t trip and cause mass hysteria
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| There’s a skunky funky smell in the roswell area
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| 51 ships have landed
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| They’ve been commanded
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| to grab the herbs that we have planted
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| You know they didn’t count on a counterattack
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| and I never leave home without a
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| Fat sack
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| So I grabbed my nine gram bag of kind
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| A lighter and some papers
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| It was all I could find
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| Ran to head quarters, grabbed a big old glass
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| With the intention of smokin some alien grass
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| Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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| A neverending quest to get high,
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| Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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| Circles in my crop that shit gotta stop
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| Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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| Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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| Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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| Circles in my crop that shit gotta stop
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| So we pulled up to the gates of the alien camp
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| We’ve come all alone with some homegrown hemp
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| Fighting for the right of mans' kind
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| (Alien) We can outsmoke you earthlings anytime
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| So you wanna battle?
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| Lets get it on
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| Me and you
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| One on One
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| Bong for Bong
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| Hey grey, I hope your vegetarian
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| Cause floatacious dank
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| Is what I’m carrying
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| He replied
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| (Alien) This shit’s alright
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| And he broke out with some space flavoured kryptonite
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| So I broke off a chunk of that cosmic funk
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| And I shattered the glass like Shag fu dunk
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| It’s my turn so I reached in my sack
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| To pack a fat bowl to make this (inaudible)
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| Pulled the switch with some ditch dirt weed
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| Sticks oregano and some birdseed
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| He started chokin, smoke was shooting out his gills
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| And when he drank the bong water
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| Ooh, He gave me chills
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| I mean he fell on the ground and started throwin up
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| As I went crosseyed his head was blowin up
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| His brain exploded, the shed was fried
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| That was the last of the neverending quest to get high
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| Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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| It’s a weed war and the aliens just died |