Stinking cheddar cheese, I believe. Toke hard and drop to your knees. Never been as baked as me, or the beans. Still you can't get baked off seeds or the leaves.
Think quick, roll faster, steal a 20 bud of Smalley; but there's still no drama.
Think quick, roll faster, steal a 20 bud of Smalley; but there's still no drama.
Not bad this thieving lark, a free smoke, a half hour fix of dope,
after all a mans a man, and whats a man gunna do when he's black and blue with next to nothing to do.
Beat your friend, circle like vultures.
Armed with pillows, innertubes and home made shanks; this is groundhog culture.
Stab the fucker with a knife cellotaped to a wooden plank.
Smoke dank.
Yes i'm drunk, because I drank.
Continue.
Rest for a minute, armed with a tub of aero.
Smash mans face.
Watch man cry.
Blood pours down through the blink of an eye.
Film like it's the best day of your life.
Laugh like its the best day of your life.
Cry like this buds on some acid ting.
It's happened once before, maybe it was just a summer thing.
2011 might be more tragically more frightening.
After all, he can't hide behind greigy forever..
at some point man leaves opal,
walks down to dev,
I'll be waiting with a ballpoint pen,
ready to stab the kid until he's dead,
dead..
dead..
cockmaster spilling with blood and ink, maybe then we'll realise we went to far, still.. all in the name of bud bmx.
after all a mans a man, and whats a man gunna do when he's black and blue with next to nothing to do.
Beat your friend, circle like vultures.
Armed with pillows, innertubes and home made shanks; this is groundhog culture.
Stab the fucker with a knife cellotaped to a wooden plank.
Smoke dank.
Yes i'm drunk, because I drank.
Continue.
Rest for a minute, armed with a tub of aero.
Smash mans face.
Watch man cry.
Blood pours down through the blink of an eye.
Film like it's the best day of your life.
Laugh like its the best day of your life.
Cry like this buds on some acid ting.
It's happened once before, maybe it was just a summer thing.
2011 might be more tragically more frightening.
After all, he can't hide behind greigy forever..
at some point man leaves opal,
walks down to dev,
I'll be waiting with a ballpoint pen,
ready to stab the kid until he's dead,
dead..
dead..
cockmaster spilling with blood and ink, maybe then we'll realise we went to far, still.. all in the name of bud bmx.
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