Flying Killer Cobs From The Planet Bob Lyrics by Lawnmower Deth
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Too much, too high
You smoke, you die
(x4)

Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.
(x2)

Just one smoke that all it takes,
Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes,
You've smoked too much, you're starting to sob,
Now you'll to answer to the planet of cobs.
His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big,
The chainsaws he uses, ain't for cutting twigs.
You've smoked too much, you're starting to sob,
Now you'll to answer to the planet of cobs.

Too much, too high,
You smoke, you die
(x4)

Hey, i don't understand what this problem is with drugs these days,
I mean, what the fuck's it matter,
If I get a goddamn acid tablet,
And shove it down the end of my penis?

Too much, too high,
You smoke, you die
(x4)

Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.
(x2)
Too much, too high   You smoke, you die   (x4)      Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,   His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,   Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,   You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.   (x2)      Just one smoke that all it takes,   Take a couple of drags, see purple lakes,   You've smoked too much, you're starting to sob,   Now you'll to answer to the planet of cobs.   His teeth are sharp, his teeth are big,   The chainsaws he uses, ain't for cutting twigs.   You've smoked too much, you're starting to sob,   Now you'll to answer to the planet of cobs.      Too much, too high,   You smoke, you die   (x4)      Hey, i don't understand what this problem is with drugs these days,   I mean, what the fuck's it matter,   If I get a goddamn acid tablet,   And shove it down the end of my penis?      Too much, too high,   You smoke, you die   (x4)      Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,   His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,   Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,   You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.   (x2)