morning joe, bitch.

twist grapes puff papers, free publicity fuck haters, i hit the cannibus shop like baskin robins to cop my  31 flavors the master kush smokes with taste you must savor, i stay so high, so high, dont even touch the ground, especially doin bis in em a 1s dont even make a sound, i dont gotta sell but if you need a sack, call us fatties betwenn a few of us we got a lbs to pass, you dont wanna see me off that grass gotta be on my seditation, im an angry mofucka when im off my medication, i count my blesssings every time i smoke, prpl kush weed marijuana smoke, got a special chronic tote, throw 31 strains in and roll a rope, rollit, bicit, tooooke, passss, and purple weed i choke,  exit out the room unless u wanna postit puffit & inhale, when im on the way back to my room is when txt a stoney female, not even to bone just to lay in the covers as we tree dwell, motel got a new smell, its kush blunts & moet, what much more can i say, im pretty much toasted 24 in a day, a day in my life is like a cannibus relay... but theres no race to the finish cuz we all to baked and all the trees not deminished, but when were out all we do is call delovery dont gotta press the gass or worry bouta ticket, just thank you sir stuff rollit & bicit, some like it cheesy well im chipped up so i guess i like to bake it... here im too high puffit pass it and take it. SPIT &SUBSCRIBE!