Cannabis Corpse
Single • 2011
Green oppression, our choices at their discretion. Control obsession, I think it's time we teach these politicians a lesson. No more excuses, we've had enough, we're out for blood. To save your lives you'll legalize but still you... Blame it on, blame it on, blame it on bud! Problems seen aren't from weed, still they will blame it on bud. Crime is intertwined by the scoring of drugs, made to be thugs. They blame it on bud! Lies, a sign of our times into their minds, decriminalize or spill their blood. Dropouts, gangs, and teenage births, depressed losers with no self-worth's All the things that parents fear, all stem from drugs, TV and beer? Well I ain't buying that, it gets me pissed, nay-saying crooks you're on our list. Until it's taxed it is quite clear that oss of profit is all they fear. Its time to gather in line, leaving behind protesting signs. Getting our enemies high! Spreading of lies arise, militarize, attack from all sides. Its coming to an end! Drop guillotines in crimson spurts, stoners emerge on red alert. Dragged through the streets by toking bangers, swing from the gallows by hemp-made hangers. Arm yourselves for coup d'etat, marijuana militia martial law. We won't stop 'till all of them are dead!
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