You're looking like a chinchilla but you're a big chilla
Had a baby shower for your pregnancy scare
And somebody put ranch in the freezer
And I can't get it out of the bottle
Wait, what's your name again?
Maybe I'll be Carol for the night
But I won't be careful with your knife
I'll take it right up to a dyke and say
Do you have a strap-on
And can I borrow your strap-on
And smoke on your strap-on
Oh my god, this is good shit
Now that I've smoked this weed,
I just don't want to take my trash out
This is really fucking...
damn
I really gotta take my trash out, but..
Your grandmother is a whore
Your mother is a bore
Your dad is unemployed
And you're just a toy
And I bet that you're afraid of monsters
And roly polies and hocus pocus
And I bet that your favorite band is Weezer
Red light
Green light
Miller high life
I got into a bar fight
And all I want to do is go home
And all I want to do is smoke
Out of the cheese stick!
Woo
Holy shit
I'm sitting on my couch, just trying to smoke an ounce
Reefing on the reefer
And I'm feeling like Wiz Khalifa
Oh fuck, I was supposed to finish writing the end of this song
Yo
Yo, what's good
Yo, do you have a bong
No, not me
Damn bro, we're trying to get that smoke going ya know