Fuck legalization and legislation on marijuana in this nation-I'm running out of fucking patience.
Every day, some way I make moves to spread the roots of my ganja-based group.
Pushing through the streets pluggin' swisher sweets like we had an endorsement for this smoked out torment.
Get fucked.
There will be no prisoners, only those who join us or die-get high or perish you can't relish this moment any longer.
Crushed under the weight of my newly picked up dank-you will not survive as we smoke you alive.
Slay you for your ten sack, take your body out back, and then I'll hack and I'll hack, til' that spine begins to crack.
You think I wouldn't? Just to steal your bud and slam it into my blood.
Get in on the rotation, boy.
Beget the implementation of the bong rips nation.