Yeah, yeah, okay, yeah, alright Ladies put your hands up, clap em slow
Dudes get the weed out, I'm ready to smoke
You ready let's go, no I'm ready to roll
Up a nice fat joint, inhale then I'll blow
Away all of my problems just like the three
little pigs I walk to the store and who do I see, it's
Tim I'm like it's 4:19 dawg, you got
a minute
Come here real quick, let's talk about business
He's like cool then we took a lap around the back
He had a blunt in one hand and a bottle of jack
I'm like damn that's just gonna blast us
to the past
We're like fuck it spark it up and we'll get stoned off our ass
It's the attack of the ganja, the marijuana
Spark up a blunt and smoke it till you're fried
You better go back to your mama cause you're seeing iguanas
You might just cough up a lung, choke on it and die you might just see me when you're dreaming
I'm worse than Freddy Krueger bitch, I'm a demon
So you better not close your eyes when you're sleeping
Cause that ganja'll make you float without a reason
Like Pennywise, you be wise when you're smoking the reefer
Tuck in tight, close your eyes, don't you fear the reaper
Nighty night, Betty bye, shit couldn't get deeper
Psych, I tried, sorry I couldn't think cause we're
Fucking fried, not gonna lie, you can check our meter
We're past the gauge, up in space, on a whole other plane
God damn I know I have a few loose screws in my brain
In my titanium, cranium, made purely of vibranium
Running on fumes from the ganja, mmmm munchies yum
So just sit back, kick back, grab a six pack, relax
Relapse, get back to the rehab in fact
Be mad I'm glad your two dads are back
For an autograph, Jerry you can stay sad
Hussein is here with a bomb on his back
And it's gonna blow when I release this track
Wait how does the hook go? Oh yeah it's the attack
It's the attack of the ganja, the marijuana
Spark of a blunt then smoke it till you're fried
You better go back to your mama cause you're seeing iguanas
You might just cough up a lung, choke on it and die
You might just see me when you're dreaming
I'm worse than Freddy Krueger bitch, I'm a demon
So you better not close your eyes when you're sleeping
Cause that ganja'll make you float without a reason
Have you ever gotten high and taken shrooms at the same time
I have, let me tell you a story about my life
I was trying to sleep until the shrooms got to me
It started kicking in and I started seeing different things
My homies like dawg chill, I'm like nah I can't
I'm gonna continue to rant until the blunt's in my hand
So you better huff puff and pass that shit on over
Cause there ain't no parking on grass when you're riding with soldiers
I thought I told you ain't no time to be blowing composure
Instead of rolling alone you might as well just come over
So Yoda, spit these last bars and show em your motive
Mmm, you got the munchies you say, okay
But who the fuck you gonna blame for your screwed up brain
I'm blaming Timmy and Jimmy for supplying me
Plenty of pennies to support my habit for the weed and the henny
Cut back to the beginning, it's the attack of the Ganja
It's the attack of the ganja, the marijuana
Sparkle the blunt and smoke it till you're fried
You better go back to your mama cause you're seeing iguanas
You might just cop up a lung, choke on it and die
You might just see me when you're dreaming
I'm worse than Freddy Krueger, bitch, I'm a demon
So you better not close your eyes when you're sleeping
Cause that ganja'll make you float without a reason