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