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Well that happens to be the funk elastic, the blunt I twist it
The slamafied, buddafied funk on your discus
Oh my goodness what have you messed with, you have to bare witness
Catch a ho and another garden utensil Merry Christmas
By golly yes I smoke shit, straight off the roach clip
I happen to roach it and roll the blunt at once to approach it
The jolly Forward motion makes you sway similar to the ocean
The herb happens to be more than just a powerful potion
What is all of this commotion, listen here mister I am not joking around
People educating themselves about, what they happen to be smoking
My oven is on high, when I roast the quail
Tell Bill Clinton to go and inhale
Sucka lips
Word to your mother
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2 Chronicles 7:14
If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.
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