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so i guess ill smoke,you can bet i toke,cough tell i choke,

lick the blunt tell its soaked,smoking with some old folk,

eyes so low,you already know,that i love to blow,

now im a+ honor roll on a roll,im a pro so cold,

i leave these rookies so froze,in ice molds,

then i guess eventually they would thaw out real slow,

fishing but wheel the reel hold,guess that state must be bold,