If you think I'm your friend, you probally wrong, unless your my fam or you've got a bong.
I smoke wit you as long as you fam.
hey what can I say? I am who I am.
I smoke weed all day. Morning, noon, and night.
Though you'll never catch me cause I am out of sight. F
or as you see being a child of the clown.
I am dead and buried 6 feet undeground.
So come pay your respects but don't you dare cry.
Or the power of the lotus will come show you why.
It will rise me up from the deep in the casket.
Telling me to kill you with this wicked sharp hatchet.
Angels telling me not to do it.
Demons pushing me right to it.
All I can do is what they say.
So you better run or I'll be digging your grave.
Another chosen for the Dark Lotus Pod.
So now where is this one called God.
He's up there listening but can't hear you scream.
Sounds like something straight out a fucking dream.
But I tell you sweetie, this ain't no dream.
This is a fucking nightmare.
We like to hear you scream.
Mass Murders and Dead Wicked Clowns.
All part of a family.
You guys turned down.
All of us outkast.
Our spirits brought down.
Until the faithful day.
The Dark Lotus was found.
No we are fam.
There's no stopping us.
Beacuse we're all dead homiez.
And we serve in the name of the lotus.