Lunatic of Pot's Creation

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Green oppression, our choices at their discretion
 Control obsession, I think it's time we teach these politicians a lesson
 No more excuses, we've had enough, we're out for blood
 To save your lives you'll legalize
 but still you...
 Blame it on, blame it on, blame it on bud
 Problems seen aren't from weed
 Still they will blame it on bud
 Crime is intertwined by the scoring of drugs, made to be thugs
 They blame it on bud
 Lies, a sign of our times, into their minds, decriminalize
 or spill their blood
 Dropouts, gangs, and teenage births
 Depressed losers with no self-worth's
 All the things that parents fear
 All stem from drugs, TV and beer?
 Well I ain't buying that, it gets me pissed
 Nay-saying crooks- you're on our list
 Until it's taxed, it is quite clear
 Loss of profit is all they fear
 Its time to gather in line leaving behind protesting signs
 Getting our enemies high
 Spreading of lies, arise, militarize, attack from all sides
 Its coming to an end
 Drop guillotines in crimson spurts
 Stoners emerge on red alert
 Dragged through the streets by toking bangers
 Swing from the gallows by hemp-made hangers
 Arm yourselves for coup d'etat
 Marijuana militia martial law
 We won't stop till all of them are dead

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Duration
03:46
Key
1
Tempo
109 BPM

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