Lyrics:

I got some stuff you just gotta try
What is it?
Puff, you know, marijuana
Wanna get high?
That stuff's for losers
He's right, drug dealers are dorks!

Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)
Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)

You need to be careful when smoking the Devil’s Lettuce
It’s killed many before you
And you’ll be no exception, Billy
So what do you say, it’s about time to quit smoking, right?

Nope, I smoke loud and it’s lit as a cherry
When you put me in the ground, grow weed where I’m buried
I smoke 'til I’m high like taxes
You can die by the book, let me find them matches
Amount to ashes, alleviate the anguish
It leaves in the fire the tree get cremated
The return of the red eye, no need for Visine
Chief weed in my sleep, that’s a pipe dream
We got signed and ever since then
It’s like I’m mailing packs at the frequency I send stems
Highly impaired couldn’t be higher it’s true
Put it in the air, (Smoke!) fill the entire room

Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)
Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)

I just puffed it once and I'm done for
The smoke hit my lungs hard as fuck, blunt force
Exhaled and hit it, grew hands and started choking me
Bagged the last two grams tied it wit a rosary
I said “Fuck it” plus a Hail Mary and flushed it
Appeared right back as a blunt like I never touched it
Holes grow in my flesh close to death
While I still hold breath, tryna smoke the rest
Seeing how I'm rotting I am probably doomed
But I’m a go out with a sonic boom
I said fuck it you only die once
Lit it up and erupted in a cloud of guts

Oh yowzers
Judging by the holes in his lungs that hit hurt
Ole Joey might’ve over indulged himself this time
Let's see if he survives the night

Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)
Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)

Poor Lee
He doesn’t look so hot now does he?
One too many puffs has him feeling all topsy-turvy
Hopefully tonight he’ll learn his lesson

I’m Getting high at all cost regardless of the method
Everybody dies, you should probably accept it
Whatever this weed is doing to me
Is definitely not groovy, trapped in this horror movie (Oh shit!)
Inanimate objects are talking now 'He needs some milk'
Somebody better fucking talk me down
The smell of rotting flesh continues to linger
You’re too stoned to noticed you smoked your own finger
A dead ringer for a sad excuse
A prime example of occult level drug abuse
And to tell the truth, tonight I’ll try to survive the night
And if not then at least die high, right?

Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)
Don’t (Smoke!) blow (Smoke!) my (Smoke!) high (Smoke!)
I (Smoke!) might (Smoke!) die (Smoke!) tonight (Smoke!)