Chronic fucking, chronic bud   Increased libido   Engorging the flesh pipe   Smoke cum so green   One spurt is not enough   You crave his warm weed inside your vag   Deep inside your vag      Nine months have passed    Since that carnal night   You have tried to forget   Despite the pot, you cannot      You have become a human bong   For this weakling fetus to grow inside   Putrid, fetid, infected womb   Too lazy to be born      On the hospital bed, legs spread open   Forceps now become roach clips   Swollen placenta, sullen cervix   Dilated   Now the blunted shall be born      Legs spreading further   Legs spreading further   The child runs out, drenched in bongwater   Blunted at birth      No longer there, mind decimation   Brain obliteration, thoughts warped   Reality that once was has been changed   Into a cursed gestation      His cord remains attached   His bong has not yet cached   His eyes they teem with pus   His mouth a weedy crust   His tongue is burnt to shit   His nose still smells the hit   His teeth are black with ash   Reeking of the hash      Small green deformed head on babys body   Doomed to die soon   Crawling back towards the womb   You have become a human bong   Crying, crawling, chronic bud calling   Inhale, Exhale, your womb has become stale   Aborted, the childs life is doomed