Dirty Wordplay Part.2

[Intro: Narrator]

Officially named 'ganja,' it's colloquially described by the Rastas as 'herb,' and Bob Marley is said to smoke a pound a week

[Hook]

I'm a farmer, I don't drive a tractor

I've got joints in my hands, chiropractor

The buds are heavy, like a anchor

I'm smoking loads of weed

Listen

Well, I'm a farmer, I don't drive a tractor

I've got joints in my hands, like a chiropractor

The buds are heavy, just like a anchor

I'm smoking loads of weed and drinking ayahuasca

Well, you know my cannabis is lush

Your cannabis is awful

I think it's been rushed

I'll tell you why it tastes of shit (why?)

Because it hasn't been flushed

[Part 1]

BLAM

I'm rich, I'm wealthy

Smoking weed is healthy

I've got plugs in Everton, I've got plugs in Chelsea

I've got so much weed to smoke alone, please someone help me

I've got so many flavours I'll just take my pick, selfie

I've got runts and I've got skittles, yeah I'm spoilt for choices

I've got wedding cake and cookie, yeah I'm spoilt for choices

I've got mac with cheese or lemon, yeah I'm spoilt for choices

I smoke so much weed and now I think I'm hearing voices

I'm holding loads of stacks

No loans or overdrafts

If you intervene with my money, I'll make your nose collapse

I've got weed in my shoulder bag

I just pull up and smoke a pack

I've got so many flavours I'll just take my pick, photograph

I've got OG kush and gelato, yeah I'm spoilt for choices

I've got Louis the Eighth and creme brulée, I'm spoilt for choices

I've got Açai berry and cherry pie, I'm spoilt for choices

I've got psychosis, I'm hearing all these crazy noises

I'm special you got special needs and you got loads of enemies

No joke, my nose it never bleeds

I don't do coke or Hennessey

I'm using sacred energies

I'm counting all my precious seeds

I'm cultivating lemon trees, this weed it tastes so heavenly

I love cheese it's Nepalese, my squidgy black is Lebanese

I've got these herbal remedies, it's all internal therapy

I make P from melodies I'm stacking up these mega Ps

I don't do hate or jealousy and I'm here to stay, I'll never leave

If I don't smoke I'll murder them

Humans, I don't trust 'em

Your plugs, I've never heard of 'em

Don't lie you silly dumb cunt

I've got plugs in Birmingham and I've got plugs in London

Blunts I'm burning 'em, I'm burning skunk blunts

It's all organic, my blunt is like a truncheon

You're smoking cabbage, it smells like dirty cunt scum

I've got weed in the attic and I've got weed in the dungeon

I'm Traumatik yeah just pay me cash in lump sums

[Interlude: Narrator]

Perhaps the most controversial aspect of Rastafarianism is the use of marijuana as a central part of the philosophy

[Hook]

I'm a farmer, I don't drive a tractor

I've got joints in my hands, chiropractor

The buds are heavy, like a anchor

I'm smoking loads of weed

Listen

Well, I'm a farmer, I don't drive a tractor

I've got joints in my hands, like a chiropractor

The buds are heavy, just like a anchor

I'm smoking loads of weed and drinking ayahausca

Well, you know my cannabis is lush

Your cannabis is awful

I think it's been rushed

I'll tell you why it tastes of shit (why?)

Because it hasn't been flushed

[Part 2]

I just proceed to sow seeds and grow trees of dope weed

Don't phone me for no OZs it's personal, I smoke these

Please, I flow greaze, my content is so deep

These mountains I'm climbing, they're so steep I get no sleep

I'm Welsh, but I ain't shagging no sheep

That's dirty, you don't know me, I'm not desperate, I'm not lonely

Don't piss me off, there's no need

I will make your nose bleed

I could be walking in the snow, I still ain't getting cold feet

That's some dirty wordplay

I write lyrics on a Monday, even on a Thursday

I write lyrics on Christmas, even on my birthday

So many lyrics, now my fingers need some first aid

I'm addicted to the music it's not hard to see

I'll tell you why: 'cause making music is a part of me

I do it 24/7 not partially

It's flowing in my veins and pumping in my arteries

[Outro: Narrator and Bob Marley]

What about alcohol?

Alcohol make ya drunk man, it don't make ya meditate, it just make ya drunk, when you drink alcohol you don't meditate