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Preaching from his blackened lungs

We follow your word, oh holy one

Spark that shit

You must take a hit

Communication through toxic inhalation

Geometric shapes take over your mind

Abomination summoned into true formation

You will now become one with our kind

First you begin to see

The souls without the T.H.C

We speak a language that they don't understand

Let us chant the hymn of hydroponic slam