With Their Hash He Will Create - Cannabis Corpse

Roaches of those forgotten

The very foundation of his creation

Harvesting (the) THC

Of his deceased malpractice victims

Inherit has scraps of those who’ve died

His supply will be multiplied

With their has he’ll create

Form them from resin, kief coagulates

Golems of gathered hashish

Soldiers of stoned await injection

By Syringes filled with errl

The med card you carry

Could mean your life

Suspended animation of wax combined

With their has he’ll create

Form them from resin, kief coagulates

His stoned eyes now awake

Born form the oven, baked

Sticky fleshed monstrosity

Brownish globs maneuvering

Ever so stinkily

Figure stumbles clumsily

Golem sparkling ever crystally

One hit of his very fiber

Could drive a mortal insane

Granules of potent slate

Hashish melded with hate

The ashtray is his playground

Mutating fallen joints together

Brown blocks finally complete

Finding a home within the structure

The med card you carry

Could mean your life

Suspended animation of wax combined

Inherit hash scraps of those who’ve died

His supply will then be multiplied