man snoop dont smoke no more? what the fuck? im telling you snoop dont snoke no more. is something up. might be the end of times. better get quick with thes ryhmes. homie you didnt see the signs? another sign of the times. snoop is putting down the bag, homie, think its for good this time. and everybody cry's about how nobody's right. politics will lie, until were all on there side, tell you that it's flowers, just breathe it in and get high, and on the other side, they sit there waiting in line, all the demons dressed as G men, feast on blood as if wine. but everything's fine. man snoop dont smoke no more. what the fuck? im telling you snoop don't smoke no more. now somethings up. why the bombs fall, throwing it all off. cast the iron curtain aside, nuclear holocaust. wicked men so sick, full of pride, like Molotov. light em up the liquid inside, until there all gone. the answer was written as a given the premise blissfully missing so we wont witness our disposition. listen, hark to what im preaching, make peace with what you believe in, look these are the real demons, and they all want you to see them. chained to the heathens unearthly bloody religion of blood and oil soaked prisons, and all the flesh has been ripping. break thee thy bread with your followers, I commend you, come thee hallowers to claim your debt for the borrowers. accepted with interest, your life and your lineage, now be gone my visage forever wallow in your sentences.