Sentient Cement Coverpile - Travis Meyer

Devil Went To Jamaica - Travis Meyer

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The devil went to Jamaica, he was looking to sell some weed
He was doin' fine, they were standin' in line it was excellent weed indeed
When he came across a young man who was likewise peddling pot
And the devil slid down the beach to the kid and said boy let me tell you what
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         I guess you kind of figured I'm a reefer head of course
And after all this time I guess that I'm a connoisseur of sorts
Now your stuff smells okay but this could tranquilize a horse
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash 'cause I think mines better than yours
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       The boy said my names Johnny and you ain't smoked nothing yet
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One hit of this grass will kick yer ass you got yourself a bet

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Johnny roll a ball of hash and make sure it's the bomb
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Cause the devils got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam
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You'll get a million smack-a-roo's in cash if you can cope
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But if you can't the devil gets your dope

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The devil packed a bong with a little Acapulco Gold
And resin flew from his finger tips as he fired up his bowl
He filled that chamber all the way and he took a mighty hit
And as they passed it back and forth it gave them both a coughing fit

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When the bowl was finished Johnny said hey man, that stuff was great
But fill your lungs with some of this and prepare to vegetate

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Cannibis Sativa, Sweet Maryjane
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The devils in the backyard frying his brain
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Zig-Zag filled with the diggity-dank
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Hold on tight it will hit you like a tank

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The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that Johnny owned
Johnny said, Devil just come on back if you ever wanna catch a buzz
I done told you once you son of a bitch mine's the best there ever was

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And they fired up doobies one by one
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Ain't gonna stop until the bag is done
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Green as a bullfrog sticky as glue
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Granny do you get high, yes I do

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