Из альбома: From Wisdom to Baked
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