Devils Lettuce
(These high school boys and girls
Are having a hop at the local soda fountain
Innocently they dance
Innocent of a new and deadly menace lurking behind closed doors
Marijuana
The burning weed with its roots in hell)
If it's called the Devil's lettuce
Then I wanna try the dressing
You better not be messing
Cause the devil never messes
But respect his shit
And he'll respect you too
Heaven gave him the boot
For rolling a doob
So if you give him a bit
He'll give a bit back
But don't trust him for nothing
Don't trust him for that
Cause he'll bump you real easy
And make you real mad
Maybe the dressing is gin
To drink away your sins
He'll grab you from you
And him from him
but the lettuce is simple
You see what's within
The dressing is evil
It feeds into sin
Cause the salads from hell
If the devil wants you
You'll see what he's dealt
And give up your soul
To the angel of hell
His fiery breath
is colder than death
You'll beg for the meth
In the form of a salad
To make you forget
Or you'll beg for the blow
And suckle on acid
To escape the crow
And make you feel valid
Some people say
Meeting the devil isn't pleasant
But for me, it is a blessing
When I smoke my weed
I do it discreet
So the devil don't see
(I see you)
Pretending he's a sheep
Does the devil even bleed
I smoke too much weed
Until I'm too monged
Loads of people I've wronged
The devil makes aggression
And peoples depression
My thoughts and obsessions
A countries oppression
Post tofo era
The devil don't fear ya
Weed makes you forget
Forget about death
I'll be sat in my chair
Rolling a fatty down there
A doobie in (Hell)
Look at our planet
Not all of the others
Look at our own
Try to discover
We call it our home
But it's full of self wonder
Save the planet
Or save your wallet
Outcomes still the same
Cause humans never change
Cause we're past the point of no return
So we can get all we can earn
So we can buy more weed to burn
So we can get more bills paid on time
But what about the planet
Fat cats killing it so they can happen
Cause they're all maggots
Feeding off our taxes
They'll go to hell
They'll be choking on dressing
While I'm chillin with the devil smokin lettuce