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why less the funk elastic, the blunt eye twisted,the slamafied, boodafied, punk on your discis,
Oh what you miss this, you gotta bear witness,
Catch a Ho and another Ho, Merry Christmas.
Yes i smoke, straight from the roach, clip a roach shit,both the planet wants to approach it.
Forward motion make a sweat like the ocean,the herb is more than just a powerful potion,what's the commotion, yo i'm not joking around.
People learning from what they're smoking.
My oven's on high when i roast the clay yo,tell Bill Clinton to jump and inhale,exhalewhen i fell the funk on the fly,when i fell the effects,i want to get high,so high ...
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