Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
ThunderPunch!
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Thomas Hatfield
Songwriter
Robert Angelo Esposito
Songwriter
Caleb Hewett
Songwriter
Lyrics
These high school boys and girls
Are having a hop at the local soda fountain
Innocently they dance
Innocent of a new and deadly menace lurking behind closed doors
Marijuana
The burning weed with its roots in hell
In this film, you will see the ease
With which this vicious plant can be grown in your neighbor's yard
Rolled into harmless looking cigarettes
Hidden in an innocent shoe or watch case
If you want a good smoke, try one of these
You will meet Bill
Who once took pride in his strong will
As he takes the first step toward enslavement
Of course, if you're afraid
Smokin' marijuana
Hittin' on your mama
I might fuck her daughter
Runnin' like Obama
We don't want no drama
Smokin' marijuana
Hittin' on your mama
I might fuck her daughter
Smokin' marijuana
Where the fuck's Obama?
All we got is drama
Always new problems
We might pull up with the stick
Tell your bitch, suck my dick
Respectfully
All they want is drama
They don't fix no problems
Bring up all my karma
Fuck off with your karma
I done paid all my dues
See a life, different hue
Got a different point of view
We just want that Tesla in blue
Whippin' down the block
Bitches on my jock
No more Crusty Sock
Runnin' off the block
Dippin' from the cops
Bitch we've got the drop
Everybody gonna cop
I'm not scared to flop
Only fear is god
Got a MILF with a bod, she said that I'm hot
I said, "bitch, I know"
"Get down on that floor"
Really let me know
She just ain't a hoe
Came up with this flow
Respectfully
Smokin' marijuana
Hittin' on your mama
I might fuck her daughter
Runnin' like Obama
We don't want the drama
Smokin' marijuana
Where the fuck's Obama?
All we got is drama
Smokin' on the pack
Rackin' cash, slingin' sacks
Puff a little weezer
Floatin', toasty high off the wax
Make a little cash
Take a little puff
Takin' daddy's girl for some afternoon kush
Respectfully
Murder
Suicide
And the ultimate end of the marijuana addict
Play faster
Hopeless insanity
Bath bombs at the Lush
Why we gotta rush?
Double cup full
Ass to mouth, it ain't a bluff
I know you like it rough
You into that stuff
Handcuff, a turn on
Make you feeling kind of tough
Wanna see you in the buff
I don't think you're naked quite enough
Just one night could make you screaming
Off the cuff, I like it rough
You like it rough
Respectfully
Before it is too late
Written by: Caleb Hewett, Jacob Thomas Hatfield, Robert Angelo Esposito