Feed the Weeds

On the site Hit the lights Fly a kite Into your eye Feed the weeds Reason does not apply I am not sorry for stealing Your telephone and a Crate of dinner plates And anything you could own Yeah I got a bag of chips And it stained my lips I gotta kill him So I know that he doesn't snitch You see me with a broom You think that I'm a witch Just cause I'm ugly Doesn't mean I'm into magic Throw out the VCR Cause I fed it a sandwich Don't want no lettuce wrap Just want a turkey sandwich Called up my buddy Steve Cause I'm on sick leave We're going fishing While I'm sippin' on a Pepsi Drinkin' jack smokin' crack When I ran into a lumberjack Chased me with an axe Saw the man blow down 3 shacks Called my buddy Said hold my Pepsi He called me crazy And then we fled to the sea Oh yeah Break down doors Run red lights Looking for the man That I caught with my wife Hunting knife Up to his throat Told him that he better let Me watch next time Fought with a mime Outside the louver He robbed me for a dime So I ripped out his tooth Then I woke up Still in the woods I found a bag of crack That I still hadn't used Oh hoity-toity Run around Kick your legs Up and down Then I see the lumberjack Lyin' passed out on the ground Hoity-toity Run around Don't tread on the sacred ground Lest ye bring the leprechaun Flying down the burn the town