Keeper Of The Cone Piece Lyrics

I can feel it
The THC inside my system
Increased hunger
I need something inside of me
Coughing wheezing
Garden hose is set on fire
Head is spinning
White ox tobacco chopped with green
Body tingling
Chest pulsating heavy breathing
Something's happening
Feel it begin to control me
Higher power
Mighty god of cone piece destruction
I've been chosen
To carry on the bong lord's deed

I am freed
I take upon this human vessel
God of weed
Punching cones as I grow stronger
You will bleed
Sweet human meat is my desire
I shall feed
Crunchy crispy deep fried flesh

I am freed
I take upon this human vessel
God of weed
Punching cones as I grow stronger

You can't escape this being
Corpses piled to the ceiling
Start the fucking feasting
Your genitals taste so pleasing