Ghost Of The Grim Reefer Testo

I was high, thought I'd die
When I stumbled upon a fact
The grim reefer had been whacked
Oh yes, I take you a step back...
I was in the band Shadeout
I was the grim reefer, made of pouts
My ghost, was high, so sly, fox pie
Wanna give me a pound?
D-Goat is my band now and we rockin' it loud
Smoke a joint once in a while
Get high by the mile
Wanna give me a pound?
Oh no, no longer the grim reefer
Ghost haunts you now while you beat your peter
Smoke weed, come straight off the bong
Kept going and it wasn't long
I was dead
But now I'm alive
I'm dead again
Wanna give me a pound of onions?
This is shit
Let me take a hit
Of that mega good weed
Do me a good deed
Pass it on
The dog shits on my lawn
This mushroom dude
Fuck your shrooms, this is 2002
We out, we out, superblue
Give me a pound
Here comes the whizz and thats the biz
I'm so high
I'm so fucked up
This is the ghost talkin' rockin' and bangin' his cockin'
A doodle doo, kill the rooster
Dog poo on my porch
Tiki torch
Burn them damn birds
This is 2002
Give me a fuckin' pound