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Weeding out the weak
Take it to the ring
My lungs have muscles
My muscles have lungs
Pack the bong and pack another
Watch them fall as the smoke rises
Talk so big they fail so quick
Death to false stoners
Lungs of glass and hearts of vapor
You will never out-smoke me
I’m so tough, too tough to fight
Death to false stoners
Oh no, I’m too ripped
Passed out, written on
“Death to false stoners”
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