Just a minute ladies and gentelmen, I think something is happening
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The planet earth is the third outermost planet of nine planets orbiting a single sun
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A long time ago in a far away galaxy
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Alien dope fiends ran out of the weed
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They built a ship with a cannabis radar
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Before they left they built truths for Darth Vader
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Who told them of a planet where the dank shit grows
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And hydroponics is a science that everyone knows
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So they set out on a mission to a planet called earth
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On a neverending quest to get their herbs
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Their on a neverending quest to get high,
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Their on a neverending quest to get high,
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It's a weed war and somebodies gonna die
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Abductees on T.V told me in secrecy
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about a government conspiracy
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to snatch all of our crops
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to keep the cops paid
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Pot for technology the deal has been made
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And uncle sam is behind the scam
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He's slinging sacks behind our backs
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Raisin the tax to the max
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I hear he's geting stoned with the sleestax
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Renegade potsmokers get united
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UFO's and dirtfeelers have been sighted
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So people don't trip and cause mass hysteria
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There's a skunky funky smell in the roswell area
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51 ships have landed
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They've been commanded
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to grab the herbs that we have planted
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You know they didn't count on a counterattack
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and I never leave home without a
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Fat sack
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So I grabbed my nine gram bag of kind
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A lighter and some papers
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It was all I could find
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Ran to head quarters, grabbed a big old glass
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With the intention of smokin some alien grass
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Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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A neverending quest to get high,
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Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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Circles in my crop that shit gotta stop
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Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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Circles in my crop that shit gotta stop
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So we pulled up to the gates of the alien camp
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We've come all alone with some homegrown hemp
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Fighting for the right of mans' kind
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(Alien) We can outsmoke you earthlings anytime
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So you wanna battle?
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Lets get it on
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Me and you
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One on One
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Bong for Bong
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Hey grey, I hope your vegetarian
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Cause floatacious dank
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Is what I'm carrying
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He replied
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(Alien) This shit's alright
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And he broke out with some space flavoured kryptonite
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So I broke off a chunk of that cosmic funk
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And I shattered the glass like Shag fu dunk
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It's my turn so I reached in my sack
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To pack a fat bowl to make this (inaudible)
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Pulled the switch with some ditch dirt weed
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Sticks oregano and some birdseed
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He started chokin, smoke was shooting out his gills
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And when he drank the bong water
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Ooh, He gave me chills
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I mean he fell on the ground and started throwin up
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As I went crosseyed his head was blowin up
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His brain exploded, the shed was fried
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That was the last of the neverending quest to get high
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Were on a neverending quest to get high,
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It's a weed war and the aliens just died
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Weed War
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Kottonmouth Kings |