.You wake up in the morning, you drink your glass of foam
The way you get so high, when you smoke your chicken bone
You think there's nothing finer than your grandma's methadone
But there's a thing you gotta have and then you call it for your own, you call it
Schmuddy bhuddy, schmuddy.
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