Crackpipes flickering they're all on fire
Cig butts singeing baggy clothes
Bona fide stoner's dirty lungs are expired
And gals dressed down like Diddy's hos

Everybody's grows some munchies
From the stuff they smoke
Eat well and you won't be so tight
Tater tots or some fresh cookie dough
Will fill their munchies craze tonight

They know that Bubba's on his way
He's loaded lots of weed and cocaine
We'll partake
And every stoner's
Piled their drugs sky high
To see some purple, silly, ghosts
When they're fried

And so
I'm giving you a warning phrase
Yes, drugs are good and fun to do
Although tricks are used
To disguise stoning daze
Don't let the cops, catch you