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some more shit i made up -
instrumental of milkshake by kelis

So fuck town I'm sitting home on the couch, I got my coon boots on and a smoke in my mouth my bong's packed to the top so's my glass and my chop never cared for buying clothes or sussing makeup in the shops

I'm not your average chick, just sucking any dick, rooting dudes in town and taking tons of tarty facebook pics, we'd rather bongs than dicks, don't think I'll ever quit, smoking dots around the clock just for the fucken hell of it

I don't put my shoes on to go to Blockbuster, soles of my feet lookin' like a damn Rasta, you know that bitch Grace yeah I don't think you should trust her, lookin' at your phone like damn how much it cost ya

My room's a dutched out funfair, a paraphernallian museum of old used glass ware, different shapes and sizes different stems and different lighters, if your game enough lets pack you up and you can try this

So fuck town I'm smoking buges in the South, my mates about to pass out after have a Ralph, he ripped the whole thing down and started burping it out, so now he's rolling on the lawn trying to keep his lunch down

M'muzzas fucken sick, you tried this new shit? Take a toke of that and tell me that there's no benefit, I bet your head will spin, I bet your face will grin got you sinking more cones than bananas that were made with skin

So fuck town I'm calling, ringing around, I needa find a bag of weed before I knock someone out, exhausted everyone I know I swear that nobody grows, a fucken mission everytime I'm hunting bongs to smoke

I know this one dude Jack but he's on the phone, so my addiction's got me feeling like I'm all alone, is it too much to ask, just to wanna get stoned, just get on my ass and smoke huge cones