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* set to the beat and words of bdp's "beef" from the lp +edutainment+
[mr. eon]
Weed, weed, what a relief
Where will my eighth a day habit cease?
This an agricultural service announcement
You can treat it, and you can douse it
Let us begin now with the plant
The way that it gets to your blunt in hand
See the herb doesn't grow fast enough for man
So for his lye, he makes a master plan
He has bowls to make the weed grow quicker
Through the hydroponic, the weed gets sicker
Twenty-one different soils are dumped
Into the pot in one big lump
So just before it dies, it dries
In my back closet, with no moss and flies
Off with the bud, we cut it, weigh it, and bag it
And there it is for your local street addict
Green and buddy, an ounce condensely packed
Smoke it up and catch a heart attack