Corrupt (the Bong Song) Songtext
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Here it is, didn't feel like coping
Eyes running circles, hydro relief
Sun's gettin scary, quit hidin mary
Tokin it up before a bullshit day
Grab what's left of bone-scraping
remains of the leaf
Gotta find my mind
-tearin out from behind
Sick in the face
-trailing lines of disgrace
Eyes running circles, hydro relief
Sun's gettin scary, quit hidin mary
Tokin it up before a bullshit day
Grab what's left of bone-scraping
remains of the leaf
Gotta find my mind
-tearin out from behind
Sick in the face
-trailing lines of disgrace
And I reached up from the bed
Got something for my head
I want, I need, weed relief
I gotta crack in my pipe,
what's up with that?
Scrapin off the barrel for something I can pack
Makin my way,
trudgin path to the throne
What's the master plan? Fuckin time to get stoned!
Smashed axe, my brains are bent
Only got half a sack to spend
Fire it up yo, breakin loose the valve
Damn...... I need a bong
Somebody show me,
the next smokin invention
of the century
Take me there scooby doooo
MF Winzlow's brand of bongology
Now it's time
for another hit on B. Crime Strike the flint, reload my hit
Smokin the gig, tastin the Maui
The tokers smoke device of all time is now!
Hydro hemp chamber will blow your mind
Cough and choke as you unwind
Loss of consciousness, loss of time
Brain waves are fried!!
Somebody show me, the next smokin invention of the century
Take me there scooby doooo
MF Winzlow's brand of bongology
I want, I need, Weed relief
Got something for my head
I want, I need, weed relief
I gotta crack in my pipe,
what's up with that?
Scrapin off the barrel for something I can pack
Makin my way,
trudgin path to the throne
What's the master plan? Fuckin time to get stoned!
Smashed axe, my brains are bent
Only got half a sack to spend
Fire it up yo, breakin loose the valve
Damn...... I need a bong
Somebody show me,
the next smokin invention
of the century
Take me there scooby doooo
MF Winzlow's brand of bongology
Now it's time
for another hit on B. Crime Strike the flint, reload my hit
Smokin the gig, tastin the Maui
The tokers smoke device of all time is now!
Hydro hemp chamber will blow your mind
Cough and choke as you unwind
Loss of consciousness, loss of time
Brain waves are fried!!
Somebody show me, the next smokin invention of the century
Take me there scooby doooo
MF Winzlow's brand of bongology
I want, I need, Weed relief
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