screeching from the bleachers pour bleach upon the teachers/ fantastic features make preachers claim oh look its jesus/ believe us chong and cheech us only taken six sativas/ creeping just like creatures 'neath the beach aim to please us/ Cannabis kids eyelids low and droopy throw the bitches in the dog house where you fit the other groupies sue me/ its the rage as roads turn into rage sleepy sundays playing to bring back those days/ purple haze amaze mind free from those chains/ when i put pen to paper my memory starts to fade/ im hoping one day that im gunna be paid but only as a by product of the shit i spit today naturally alone with a clone sitting at home by the phone from the dome i get blown by old hoes/ blow loads on old crows as they pick at my toes till theyre lifeless cold bones throw stones at who knows'