stoner poem of the day Killa CaliBlunts, bongs, pipes,
for the ganja,
smoking all the weed you need,
rollin up a faty joint,
smoking in your dreams,
roll 'n' and smoking,
is the best,
I put all the other amuetures smokers to the test,
I can hit the fatest bongs,
and think up the fatest songs,
I may be a chick,
but my flow is real sick,
and I hit all the bongs and get so fuckin lit,
I hope you like my style,
it's mostly rhyme,
here comes my bong,
it's smoking time,
I used to smoke a bowl and get pretty high,
now I smoke an eigth,
just to fly,
people say were stupid,
we stoners go no where,
but we slangers have so much,
our weed has the orange hairs,
friends call me smoky,
and some times smurf,
oak grove high school is my turf,
I got the killa cali,
the weed that we need,
You gotta smoke the doja,
to feed the need. |