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Fifty Ton Nug

by Toke

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The Goon Hilarious. But also some really good death metal. In the vein of cannabis corpse, troglodyte, vomiting dinosaurs. And of course it's $4.20 !
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1.
Deep in the forest As I was walking Through the darkness A secluded arboretum Illuminates the trees A gravitational pull I could not resist The gates open And I am amongst the mist In the center of the greenhouse A radiant green light emits The pungent smell Of the dank Invades my body Like a demon Trying to possess me My senses are struck With the glory of what I see, A giant, cosmic fifty-ton nug As I gaze upon the mighty nugget in a daze I take a fistful grind it, pack it in my pipe and blaze The potent THC distorts my mind and memories Descend into a coma, my body starts to seize I am consumed By the fifty-ton nug My corpse morphs into bud Behold its majesty Orange and purple leaves A hue of vibrant Blues and greens All hail praise before the Fifty-ton nug
2.
Gigantic globs of residue Commence their plunge towards the earth Gargantuan orbs of tar smashing buildings Creating toxic molten pools of liquid resin The stench of burning resin fills the air Breathing the arid smoke will make you vomit blood The black apocalypse is here And you will die Entombed beneath a pile of steaming goo Resin meteors aiming towards all major cities Seas turned to sludge Planet now contaminated Thick tar pools surging down the streets like water Dark clouds blot out the fucking sun Fiery chunks of resin raining down upon your skull Asteroid-sized balls of slime incinerate the earth Inhaling the resin smoke Will liquify your brain and lungs Deafen your ears, paralyze And blacken your vision Gigantic globs of residue Commence their plunge towards the earth Gargantuan orbs of tar smashing buildings Creating toxic molten pools of liquid... Resin meteors aiming towards all major cities Seas turned to sludge Planet now contaminated!
3.
Once the material has been used Left with a disgusting tane soup The extraction process must begin Elimination of the butane Preparation of the oil Scraping from the Pyrex dish Collected into a slab For the purging vacuum chamber Turn the motor on apply the pressure at the proper level Watch it all expanding as the butane reaches for the surface Bubbling and oozing as I watch mouth begins to water Reach into the chamber to expose to you what I've created Take a dab Taste the flavor The terpenes The high Purging the wax
4.
I am the Roach Collector Collecting cadavers of the smoken Sticky with resin from the joint I wait until the burnt and lifeless body is dry Remains kept in a jar Until the day I need them or Collected enough Slice them open Eviscerate the inners Yellowing my fingers Smell of the corpse Covered in the resin from the blunt Piling the entrails Disposing of the skin Rolled into new flesh Smoked to oblivion These entrails shall be burnt Into ash back to earth I am the Roach Collector Collecting the charred bodies These rotting entrails Shall be inhaled in ritual Smoked into nothingness A sacrifice, habitual I am the Roach Collector Collecting the rejected I shall keep them in a jar To fester in a tar miasma I am sorrow The Roach Collector Bring me your roaches and I shall smoke Upon their burnt entrails and inhale The charred and stale limbs atrophied And they belong all to me...
5.
As I stumble down the street In the shadow of the night Eyes scan wildly through the haze In the search of my next piece Find one alone, so innocent She'll serve for my delight Chloroform over her mouth You're coming home with me I prepare my prized possession quickly as I can Perform a tracheotomy and push into the lungs Take the tools from the garage and Drill a small hole into her chest Shove a bowl into her throat And smoke her like a bong Her blood bubbles as the smoke runs through her veins I inhale the fumes of weed through her remains The stench of bud and flesh overcomes the room Even in death I can still get high with you Eternally stoned Embalmed in THC I smoke your soul You are one with the weed
6.
Life longing for meaning In a grueling world of torment Slavery for petty cash Work to buy your next weed stash But on those days when you can't afford And you've got nothing in your horde The group will gather 'round the flame Ask me to join, I can't refrain Trying to escape To elevate above the sound Herb in the iron maiden Ready to be ground One by one the bowl is passed When you suddenly realize You're dead fucking last Grab the sacrament Grab the torch Burn the plant already scorched Trapping your soul from flight Like the final coffin nail Devastate your taste buds For the green is Charred and stale
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Dabcimation 06:24
Watched a couple videos on making BHO Thought it sounded simple so he’s giving it a go Waits until his family falls dormant in the night Creeps into the basement, confident he’ll get it right Opens up his backpack, sets up what he needs The tane, the tube, the Pyrex and starts to blast the weed Process going smoothly, until one fatal move He lit a goddamn cigarette and his house went fucking boom! It happened so fast His family burnt up in a flash The house was lifted from the foundation All because there was no ventilation The stench of butane And melting flesh Smothered in oil Their lives were dabbed away Dabbed away The windows shatter Which caused the flames to rise There was no escape The claim has claimed their lives It happened so fast His family burnt up in a flash The house was lifted from the foundation All because there was no ventilation The stench of butane And melting flesh Smothered in oil Their lives were dabbed away Dabbed away Trapped in confinement The flames grew violent Under the wail of sirens The house fell silent After the blaze The paramedics came Discovered their bodies Boiled in reclaim An odor remained Flesh and butane Dabcimation

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released April 20, 2016

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