sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM Blacker than
in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the funk doctor spock smokin buddha on a train HOW HIGH? So high that I can kiss the sky HOW SICK? So sick
up, type shit You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this You could smoke a blunt to this Word up