From Wisdom to Baked

We are here gathered under the pale moonlight To seek blessings. We offer sacrifice to the tube that rises from the temple pit We pledged our oath unto this dark device Evil - Bong of the damned Discovered by slaves in the sand Calling - Voice of the flame The one who goes by many names The pungent odor of Weed is stagnant in the air A thick green fog surrounds our dark layer Let's open the book from the Marijuana Gods The Necronomichron shall guide us in our prayers Behold the giant Bong That enlightens all those who inhale Faces swirl in its shaft Restless spirits locked in with Weedcraft Symbols carved at its base That took centuries to translate Beware to those that try In smoke thy lungs will be baptized It is pre-ordained, that One is selected every four hundred thousand years Chosen from the eldest of our order for this gift most High The gateway of the chosen will then be opened for our masters dank sacrifice He will behold the sublime visions of the ones that are most wise Soon he will be..... Baptized Baptized Baptized Baptized in Bud Solo: Kevin Quirion He will ascend to the temples peak On staircases terrifying steep Where the mouthpiece to this bong awaits Behind the forbidden gates The Necronomichron Will guide him in the world beyond That lies within his mind In smoke his lungs will be baptized Baptized in Bud

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

He won't admit he has a problem Every time he starts to smoke He loses control and starts killing No one is safe from his onslaught Sensations dulled, he can't feel anything So stoned and paranoid, violently paranoid Half baked, he's headed towards a shopping mall For a killing spree Hacking, stabbing he is laughing at All the splattered blood Zero Weed Tolerance All this carnage only after smoking one hit Zero Weed Tolerance A psychotic lightweight The morbid costs of hydroponic weeds affect on a fragile mind A savage monster was created and unleashed on all of mankind People screaming in fear as they flee Horrid sight of grisly death Caused by a THC crazed zombie Abhorrent THC nightmare, inhuman Schizophrenic and ripped out of his fucking mind Police call for backup They need help They tried tear gas but it had no effect It was astounding They used a grenade to immolate But panic set in when he charged at them While he was still engulfed in flame Solo: Brent Zero Weed Tolerance All this carnage after only after smoking one hit Zero Weed Tolerance He should've stayed home and had a beer

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Behind the shadows Foul beings searching for your stash They are creatures known as weedless ones Watching and waiting Pinching your bag until it is gone Taken by the weedless ones Putrid rat-like goblins to abhorrent to ever see sunlight Repellant human-like faces and bodies But more animal than they are man Their search for drugs left them deformed They are deranged, Pumping through their veins crushing levels of THC Diminutive blasphemies Cursed with crippling addiction They're slaves to narcotics The weedless ones Have come for you tonight While you're passed out in your mom's basement Silent they smoke your last hit Leaving none left when you awaken You look at the coffee table to see that your last bong hit has now been stolen You search the floor and between the couch cushions But you'll never see that Weed again In the distance you can hear them laughing at you There's nothing you can do But to accept the hand that you've been dealt and think about killing yourself Cursed with crippling addiction They're slaves to narcotics The weedless ones They've come for you while you're baked watching television distracted you let your guard down Now your Bag of Pot can't be found! Solo: Hallhammer Behind the shadows Foul beings searching for your stash They are creatures known as weedless ones Watching and waiting Pinching your bag until it is gone Taken by the weedless ones Tonight they've come for you while you are eating that old pizza You thought you could have a midnight snack Now you'll never get your Weed back!

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

From this bong I smoke A gush of water bubbles Every night I wait to light Up another joint De-stalking me every bud I keep the seeds for later I green-top the fucking bowl Every single time Packed tight in the pipe Herb begins to smolder Burnt Bud smoke exhaled I saved none for later I refuse to ever stop It is a part of me Until the grave I'll always crave Smoking weed On this bowl I puff And watch the rising fog Every breath another toke I feel the warmth inside me Sprinkle hash on top some Weed to make a potent salad I try not to choke and hit that shit again I refuse to ever stop It is a part of me Until the grave I'll always crave Smoking weed Vaporize! Vaporize! Vaporize! Vaporize! Individual Individual Pot Patterns Individual Individual Pot Patterns Individual Individual Pot Patterns From this bong I smoke Off this joint I hit So stoned I cannot see So baked I can't stop laughing From this bong I smoke Off this joint I hit So stoned I cannot see So baked I can't stop laughing Individual Individual Pot Patterns Individual Individual Pot Patterns Individual Individual Pot Patterns De-stalking me every bud I keep the seeds for later Packed tight in the pipe The Herb begins to smolder I refuse to ever stop It is a part of me Until the grave I'll always crave Smoking weed

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Fire, billows from the rib-cage My victims torso filling with smoke I am gripping the cadavers scalp A violent jerk removes the head My lungs inhale the smoke from its neck My stoned expression, my face is covered in gore I killed you inside your home Then I filled your corpse with Smoke I will decapitate you To pull the carb Inhale the bong load of Weed through the neck stump My grotesque fantasy will be a reality Nothing can stop me 'til I get my fix I lust to pull the carb Everyday I need to find a new victim I'll never be satisfied until the smoke is inside The moment you die Nothing will ever get you any more high My apartment is full of rotting cadavers Marijuana masks the disgusting stench My life is a horrific nightmare Resin forms in the chest cavity Inside the lifeless body of the deceased The vital organs have been removed inside It will never end Taking bong loads from your open neck hole I killed you inside your home Then I filled your corpse with Smoke I will decapitate you To pull the carb Inhale the bong load of Weed through the neck stump My grotesque fantasy will be a reality Nothing can stop me 'til I get my fix I lust to pull the carb Everyday I am out searching for victims I'll never be satisfied until the smoke is inside The moment you die Nothing will ever get you any more high

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

(NECRONOMICHRON part 1) Exploring the polar regions Snow clad mountains loom behind jagged glaciers This scientific research expedition Has lead our team to wastelands yet to be explored The captain of our ship was in panic A strange green vegetation had inexplicably Started growing on his navigation tools Further tests concluded that they were Considered Dank Considered Dank Considered Dank Considered Dank Its rate of growth was highly alarming Spreading quickly over every surface of our ship Our team of scientists evacuated On several escape rafts to a nearby icy shore Attempts to contact help proved useless We had to find shelter from the frigid temperatures Two of us went out to scout the surroundings To find a way to survive in this cold Solo: Landphil We spotted something in the distance At the foot of a massive mountain An opening to a small cavern There could be safe haven within When we returned to report We saw snow splattered with gore The other team members were murdered There bodies were torn limb from limb The snow was red with pools of blood Spreading from bite marks in their skin How could this have happened? Terror began to set in Solo: Ralph Santolla Considered Dank Considered Dank Considered Dank Considered Dank I turned in time to see My former colleague Wielding a bloody knife Coming for me!!

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

(NECRONOMICHRON part 2) I could see that he'd lost his mind He was holding a bloody serrated camp knife and he was running at me with crazed eyes screaming in panic "Now its time for all un-stoned to die!" With my revolver This threat easily was ended with a head shot It was a close shave, I knew that I had no choice I had to get back to that cave Once inside what I beheld defied all logic Miles of caverns filled with huge stalks of dank Chronic Just like the vines that we saw on board our ship I had to know what was the cause of all of this As I went deeper the smell got more intense It defied all logic, nothing seemed to make sense Countless hours passed as I hiked deeper into the pit That's when I heard a faint ghostly voice beckoning within my mind I finally reached a magnificent chamber With a glass bowl levitating in the center It spoke "I've been waiting for you to come to me The Weed smoking savior Foretold in the prophecy Obey my command The time has now come to smoke The forbidden Dank Now come forth. INHALE!" Voice from the bowl...... My body began moving I struggled against it but I could not resist It was overwhelming I gave into its dank will I put my lips On the glass mouthpiece And the bowl was lit When the smoke was entered my lungs I beheld a vision Of a world covered in Pot from the Necronomichron

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Solo: Brent Purgason Sweat drenched, exhale the holy smoke. Feel its power take over your soul Enter the realm of pain and death You are now under its control Bow to its hellish majesty Its will shall be done The THC Crystal Mountain Many others have come to kneel before it, they are just slaves Forever lost inside its bast and terrible maze These stoners are cursed forever to be Endlessly Jones-ing without any Weed Lost for eternity You are not going to share their fate It has something else for you in store You have been chosen to command Its armies in the Marijuana wars Bow to its hellish majesty Its will shall be done The THC crystal mountain You are not going to share their fate It has something else for you in store You have been chosen to command Its armies in the Marijuana wars Bow to its hellish majesty Its will shall be done The THC crystal mountain The ground below begins to mutate Forming into a giant gate A wormhole to get back to earth The Marijuana army now awaits Screaming souls begin to billow Like smoke rising out of a bong From the top of the horrible mountain Swirling in a terrifying maelstrom Bow to its hellish majesty Its will shall be done The THC crystal mountain

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Roaches of those forgotten The very foundation of his creation Harvesting (the) THC Of his deceased malpractice victims Inherit has scraps of those who've died His supply will be multiplied With their has he'll create Form them from resin, kief coagulates Golems of gathered hashish Soldiers of stoned await injection by Syringes filled with errl The med card you carry could mean your life Suspended animation of wax combined With their has he'll create Form them from resin, kief coagulates His stoned eyes now awake Born form the oven, baked Sticky fleshed monstrosity Brownish globs maneuvering ever so stinkily Figure stumbles clumsily Golem sparkling ever crystally One hit of his very fiber Could drive a mortal insane Granules of potent slate Hashish melded with hate The ashtray is his playground Mutating fallen joints together Brown blocks finally complete Finding a home within the structure The med card you carry could mean your life Suspended animation of wax combined Inherit hash scraps of those who've died His supply will then be multiplied

Part 1 Beyond the reach Of our modern day carefree living In complete isolation Lived a family of sick backwoods cretins Drug induced retardation They had no money for fertilizer To use to feed their precious plants That's when this story gets absurd.... A strange urban legend started to spread In the nearby town, the rumors said There was a hidden field of Pot in the woods But bad things happen if you are caught From wisdom to baked From wisdom to baked Three more teenagers decided to try They couldn't have known how gruesomely they'd die From wisdom to baked From wisdom to baked Their plan was simple It was going to be fun It would be a big mistake A nightmare that has only just begun They started to loose track of time The car had been left behind Directions were getting crisscrossed It sunk in that they were starting to get lost Getting tired and frustrated, they'd had enough Setting up a campsite to spend the night Alone, the batteries were dead in their cellphones Everyone was worried, they just wanted to go home Solo: Brent Purgason From wisdom to baked From wisdom to baked The night was dark and they were terrified They had the feeling that something wasn't right From wisdom to baked From wisdom to baked No one inside the tent would ever see That they were being surrounded by hillbillies

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Part 2 The next day never came for the stoners No one would ever hear all their muffled cries As they slept an axe went through two of their necks Leaving one to be the last to die When he saw the carnage he started screaming As he did they tied him to a nearby tree A dull blade skillfully sliced right through His stomach and ribcage Medicinal Healing The blood started to spray His life was slipping away Medicinal Healing By his feet in the mud A bucket was placed to catch the dripping blood The corpses were dragged in body bags To the killers home a burned out shack This family was deranged. They spent everyday Smoking Marijuana, crystal meth, methamphetamines and crack Their ugly addiction driving them to kill The bodies carelessly tossed on the floor Everyone went to work, they'd done this before Their ghastly inbred sons removed limbs to fuel the hydroponic system A machine used to grind chunks of flesh pulverized body parts that were left It was pumped into the veins of a corpse That belonged to their dead grandfather He had died from an overdose His dead body was left there in his favorite chair The families weed supply was starting to run short They had reached their last resort They planted seeds inside the cadaver And within hours it began to work Out of his flesh vines began to grow from the nutrients of the decomposed Medicinal healing They knew it would stop growing unless the blood started flowing Medicinal healing Missing persons reports kept on coming up short On the kids trying to score

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025