Munched out and ready to crunch a log out.
Full of shit and burnt like a lit tip,
Bong rip,
Nipple slip,
Rumplestiltzkin foreskin,
And all things wrinkled and thin,
Like a joint rolled on a whim,
And a dim-whit rollin stems.
Munched out,
Lunched out,
Lights out,
What its all about?
Medicated or sedated?
Why you gotta make it complicated,
Gettin yer dog high,
And then teaching it how to fly,
While crack heads are doing drive-bys,
Medicators meditate their third eye's wide.
So wide that no one can hide,
A Sheriff with a stiff boner,
Stalks the playground looking for a fresh hide.
Light a spliff minus the to-back,
Fix yer stiff back,
And throw away your crack.
Donate your winnings to charities of my choice,
And save a portion of your pay check,
Your futures one thought away,
Make your dream come true today,
Cold-turk your addiction to pay-day,
And put some passion into your day,
BEFORE May,
Dont give your days away for a lowsy pay!
Take your power back,
The choice to use youre thinker,
Wax your dinkus,
And get on board!
Drop out if your bored,
And step out of the mental ward,
Out of the crowd and onto the winning board.
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