.Follow down into my lair>Rotten smell, they smoke their weed there
Her heady weed hits the air>I awake, from my coffin I stare
Shaking hands, their bowl has fallen
To me this night, the pot has callen
I awake from death to toke it
Hand from the ground, now I claim and smoke it
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