“Not weed… Real smoking… Crystal… Weed is an asshole’s drug. Real men smoke meth. That separates the men from the boys… Weed? Weed is for hobbyists. Give me an addict any day. Weed? Weed. I’d rather suck cock than smoke weed… And I’ve done both.”
Darkness falls across the land The midnite hour is close at hand Creatures crawl in search of blood To terrorize yawls neighbourhood And whosoever shall be found Without the soul for getting down Must stand and face the hounds of hell And rot inside a corpses shell The foulest stench is in the air The funk of forty thousand years And grizzy ghouls from every tomb Are closing in to seal your doom And though you fight to stay alive Your body starts to shiver For no mere mortal can resist The evil of the thriller.