power and greed?
thats not for me
I'd rather walk my own paths
rather plant my own seeds
so a plant, is a threat to the American dream?
i guess the land of the free aint what it seems
but for those that are free
say like you and me
understand the meaning of true liberty
for those who dont heres what i say
you've been tricked and fooled in every way
riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiddled by this system of ours
driven by greed and gas guzzling cars
so dont be conform and dont obey
live your life stoning and find your own way

yea, so......um....totally? lost in thought at the moment, i had in my head exactly what i was gunna say then it jsut went PO! and i forgot it.

THE BOB MARLEY GETS US SUPER-DUPER HIGH!
THE BOB MARLEY GETS US SUPER-DUPER HIGH!

[Chorus]
To the East, West, North and South,
Keep 'em, keep 'em, keep 'em comin' around
To the kottonmouth nation! Pass it Around, Pass it Around.

I'm puffin' budz,
You know I'm all about it,
I got the reggae rock smokin' out my own chalice.
My eyes is red; D-Loc can never get enough,
Sometimes I sit and think of how much weed i really puff-
You know it's good! I'm sittin' back zonin' out,
I'm blowin' dank chronic smell comin' out my mouth.
Now show me somethin' I haven't seen before:
It's like givin' candy to a kid up in the candy store!
My eyes is red, the color of a coke can,
Boarders got me trippin' wishin' thinkin' i'm in Disneyland,
The purple haze,
The OG Kush Bud,
Trainwreck, CC, Skunk 1 n' Dump Truck!
The cottonmouth got my toungue ridin' it so let me take another hit and let me blow another cloud now.
The cottonmouth got my toungue ridin' so let me roll anouther blunt, fill it up, and pass it all around.

[Chorus]

We gots the good vibe,
And the killer herb,
We unitin' the tribe so go and spread the word.
It's goin' down man, and I can feel it comin',
We goin' blow the chain, so let me tell you somethin'-
There are some laws spiritual and natural,
And nature never lies: that's pure and factual.
The propaganda man, it's in the Devil's hands,
Watch 'em demonize God's perfect plant!
We been brainwashed all year to believe
That the evil planted some kinda evil seed.
Are you kiddin' me? that's insanity!
It's the plant that can unify humanity!
So MISTER OFFICER, STOP HARRASSING ME,
And puttin' all my brothas in the penitentiary:
I wanna live in peace, you wanna fight wars,
I wanna sing my song,
You're beatin' down my door.

[Chorus]

You can always find me next in the rotation (pass it around)
Johnny Richter and the dukes im blazin' it (pass it around)
I'm so livid off that chronic hashback

big fatties are my favorite rolled up in clear wraps now

break out your smelly ? and get ready to do work
We tend to smoke and smoke and smoke until our lungs hurt.
Ask if i'm high and my answer's always "YES SIR!"
Cannibis cup '06 was a big blur.
But so were '99 and 2000, hotbox the bullsh1t we hotbox our houses'
Hotbox the car and didnt hotbox the plane,
We got weed plenty so we be A-OKay!
The story's told as the story goes,
State to state in a haze blazin' every show.
Even over seas we be burnin' em down,
As for the K-M-Ks we keep passin' around.

[Chorus]

yea ouch, if your not sure, horses can kick really hard. i was out working one of our young ones with my aunt and they both had shock collars around there necks cause we were teaching them to ground tie. well i was gettin on mine while hers was walkin off so she started to shock him. . . . . . . . . this wouldnt have been so bad except for the fact it was my horse and im half in the saddle as he takes off buckin and i bailed and got kicked right in the back of the head. if you didnt know its very painful and knocked me out for a few minutes.

umm thats all i got.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=CsTbJPT6F78

couldn't find the lyrics but its s good song anyways

as the title says

http://youtube.com/watch?v=lQSHJhxdb1U

(A tiskit a taskit
The skarcrows out his casket
Turn out the lites and lock the doors
Prayin that he passes)

A vision of the dead and the inbread of the backwoods
Muthafvcka born inside a tool shed
Momma never loved me never paid me no attention
Daddy was a rapist 30 years upstate in Fulton County Prison
And I was raised by my own will
Survivin offa scraps and bones
Bear traps and road kill
Spendin my days and my nites all alone
N my mind is gone there sumthin wrong wit my dome
They shoulda put me in that tomb
I didnt ask for this life
When they cut me out the womb with a dull pocket knife
Now i walk with a scythe
And a murderous ability
A corn-fed muthafvcka filled with hostility
Cracked out and im gone off the moonshine
A hundred eighty proof wine made from that muska dyin
Out in these corn fields learnin all these wicked skills
Swingin slicin choppin dicin
Country boy born to kill

(Chorus x2)
A demon spawn child of a bastard son
seven born at seven and the seventh child fathered one
A soul black full of pain
Bodies in the field blood pourin like rain

Dont get lost in the woods in your black expedition
On a dark dirt road so suspicious just trees and ditches
Headlights flicker and it's got you turnin switches
Now you so damn scared you bout to sh!t in your britches
You cant think straight all you hear is heavy breathin
Are your eyes just deceivin wut it is that you seein
When i pull up the eight four pistol in the floorboard
Blast out your back glass got you screamin oh no
You finna know the reason adn you bout to find out
Wut it is to suffer with a rusted blade in your mouth
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide
Bein stalked by the scarecrow the blood line of Malakai
I hear these voices talkin they wont leave me alone
Tell me snatch up this b!tch by her hair and drag her home
Over my shoulder in the back of a pickup truck
Cant wait to get her home and hold her bleed her then chop her up

(Chorus x2)

(A tiskit a taskit
The skarcrows out his casket
Turn out the lites and lock the doors
Prayin that he passes)

i take it none of you like the lyrics i made