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And tonight
there's gonna be a fight
In the dark
not the light
We'll meet in the park
And as we wait
We'll toke it up
And if you're late
You won't get a hit
So I suggest
You bring your own weed
And if a pipe's all you need
I can supply it
But don't think you're getting a free hit
And this morning
The cops came to my house
and gave me a warning
"Keep the music down!"
And then knocked me down
So I shot them and said
"You forgot to bring your own weed, man!"
And I sat there
smoking a bowl
or two or three
And then I was there
In that deep dark hole
filled with poo and pee
It looked to me
like I ran out of weed!
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