Johnny6ft
Inhale... don't cough, fucker, hold it
And relax, breathe out, man this winter's snow's the coldest
I'm the boldest with my smoke, and people know this
Carry a vegetable patch in my pocket, and roll spliffs
Catch me playing with the fairies similar to fag-hags
But it's the voices in my head shouting when i take drags
Staring at the clouds, floating by, a potent high
Eyes redder than a stoplight; give this dope a try
I spit an alcoholic verse to show you some proof
And when i step out there's smoke blowing out of the booth
It's truth, every word, unlocked in every herb
On the verge of being zombified, speech is very slurred
Mordor
Ignore Johnny, he's always coughing six feet under,
you want a real good deal then stick with these fuckers.
No, I sold out on shrooms -- for you; I bring pills,
chew that bitch and you'll live life like a king will.
All different colors; red, blue, yellow and purple,
buy some of these and you'll breathe in circles.
I'm not messing around, you can test the rounds,
it's a sing along how Mary-go-round -- up & down.
You want a few more, sorry bro now find the door,
swollow another and your mind will die on the floor.
Hook
Mary, mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
You've got the greenfingers, 10 different weed-bringers
And 17 types of blow
You've got mushroom patches to school the dumb classes
Teach them this perfect science
You've got a herion whip for this acid road trip
Mary mary's got the pipe appliance
Uben. Sonned
As I'm hitting this bong I'm watching the projecter...
Top it off with some hash, now I'm feeling like Mary's protecter
Zoned out eyes glossed, slouching even further on the couch
Hand me that tray filled with buds greener then oscar the grouch
Bringing out that hooka, Hit'N'Run we blaze nothing but the best
With smoke so dense it feels like Tyson crushing your chest
My own brand of weed, and it's making it's way up the ranks
Weedologist, I've only got mother earth to thank...
Hook
Mary, mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
You've got the greenfingers, 10 different weed-bringers
And 17 types of blow
You've got mushroom patches to school the dumb classes
Teach them this perfect science
You've got a herion whip for this acid road trip
Mary mary's got the pipe appliance
Uben. Sonned
I'll feed my addiction I grab one out the sack
Head over to the pipes,which bowl I should pack
Grab the scissors and snip it off the stem
This is a way of life it's not a trend
I wake and bake and I hit deep and sleep
This shit hits straight to the mind till my thoughts leak
Fill it to the top with nothing but the finest
While Johnnys got the next bud and grinds it
Fuck it man grab the papers and roll up some joints
If you don't understand well your missing the point
Take a puff off this weed and learn a thing or two
Get crazy and you better call me the king of Doobs
Oh wait, I found my glorious opium stash box
If were ever short of drugs you know we going to crash locks
Break in stoned and take that money to get my rush
No worry bout a job so aint got to get the system flushed
And if you aint into this fine plant I got to ask why?
So simply put would you for me...Just give it a try...