Lyrics Flying Killer Cobs from the Planet Bob - Lawnmower Deth

Flying Killer Cobs from the Planet Bob

Too much too high
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob
You’re in big troud now, you’re starting to sob
Just one smoke that all it takes
Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes
You’ve smoked toomuch, you’re starting to sob
Now you’re going toanswer to the planet of cobs
His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big
The chainsaws he uses, ain’t not for cunning twigs
Too much, too high
You smoke, you die
Hey, what’s the problem with drugs these days
I mean, what the fuck does it matter
If I get a goddamn acid tablet
And shove it down the end of my penis
Too much, too high
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob
You’re in big troud now, you’re starting to sob