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![]() | by: SimplyGonzo (irbapirate@Writing.Com) fourteen down and two to go i've had to much im gonna blow the floor is spinning make it stop i am a fish i flip i flop the last one is what did me in the vomit drizzles down my chin the night is young so lets enjoy the beer bong is my newest toy my stomach's empty yet once again i wrap some tinfoil round' my pen i slide it off and crimp the end rinse repeat and do again i hear some bubbles in the distance my friend steps over sayin 'you got to hit this' one puff two puffs three puffs gone for one last time i hit the bong. Parites from the yesteryear Oh so fun, we had no fear Bongs and pipes and beers galore Suck it up or hit the floor |
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![]() | 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. |
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![]() | Dog8mybag Author Unknown I Got In Late From Work, My Dog Looked Kinda Dead. Her Tongue Was Hanging Out, Eyes Rolled Up In Her Head. I Put Her In The Car, I Took Her To The Vet. I Said Hey Doc Look, Please Try To Save My Pet. It Looks Like She's Been Poisoned, I Hope Were Not To Late. I'll Pump This In Her Stomach, Then She'll Regurgitate. She Struggled Up On All Fours, Im Talkin Barely Able. Then All Of The Sudden, She Puked All Over The Table. We Looked Down At Her Barfings, My Thought Was She's Not Dyin. About That Time Doc Said, Son Your Dogs Brain Is Fryin. It Looks Like Marijuana, And She Really Ate A Lot. My Mind Began To Ponder, That Was Some Killer Diller Pot. I Said I Hope You Like Honesty, I Know It's A Bit Of A Drag. But Doc You Gotta Listen, I Think My Dog Ate My Bag. |
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