let the rain trickle down while it fall on my head, smoking loud in the blunt watchin toons on my bed, I could never be stressed, gettin high like a jet, ghost blacker than a shadow looking like a silhouette, smoking dope on the set, wit no love in my chest, so its me or who's next, got the weed and the rep, need some weed or respect? reaper knocking at ya door crypt keeper of the dead, go beetlejuice dumb twistin off my own head