The devil went to Jamaica, he was lookin' to sell some weed,
he was doin' fine, they were standin' in line,
it was excellent weed indeed.
When he came across this young man who was likewise peddlin' pot,
and the devil slid down the beach to the kid and said,
"boy lemme tell ya what..."
"I guess you've kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course,
and after all this time I guess that I'm a connisuer's source.
Now your stuff smells OK, but this could tranquilize a horse,
I'll bet a million in cash against your stash,
'cause I think mines better than yours."
The boy said, "My name's Johnny,
and you ain't smoked nothin yet,
one hit of this grass'll kick your ass,
you got yourself a bet."
Johnny rolled a ball of hash,
and make sure it's the bomb,
'cause the devil's got the kind of stuff they smoked in Vietnam!
You'll get a million smackaroos in cash if you can cope,
but if you can't the devil will get your dope!
The devil packed a bong with a little acapulco gold,
and resin flew from his fingertips as he fired up his bowl,
he filled that chamber all the way and he took a mighty hit,
as they passed it back and forth it gave them both a coughin' fit.
(Coughing)
When the bowl was finished Johnny said,
"Hey man that stuff was great!
But fill your lungs with some of this,
and prepare to vegetate!"
Cannibus, Attivus, Sweet Mary Jane!
The devil's in the backyard fryin' his brain!
Zig-zag filled with a diggity-dang!
Hold on tight it'll hit ya like a tank!
The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned,
and he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that Johnny owned.
Johnny said "Devil just come on back,
if you ever wanna catch a buzz,
I done told you once you son of a bitch,
mines the best there ever was!
and they...
Fired up doobies one by one!
Ain't gonna stop till the bag is done!
Green as a bullfrog sticky as glue!
Granny do you get high "Yes, I do!"
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