Stoner Poem

Stoners live, stoners die, in the end we'll all be high. I'm telling u to prove a point, life is shit without a joint.
Stoners live, stoners die, in the end we'll all be high, so lets f**k now and lets f**k good, in the stoner neghborhood.
Stoners live, stoners die, so f**k me twice and lets get high, don't be a player cuz players get played, be a PIMP cuz PIMPS get layed