Frosty The Grow-man
Frosty The Grow-man
Frosty the grow-man
smoked an ornate blown glass bowl,
an enormous pipe
everybody knows
fitting hash balls big as coal.
Frosty the grow-man
grew 90 pound buds they say,
the buds looked like snow
and the patients know
how he helped them through their Day.
He grew a strain called “Magic”
nowhere on Earth to be found,
and when he filled his lungs with it
he exhaled without a sound.
Frosty the grow-man
was as high as he could be,
all the patients say
he could roll a “J”
thrice as fast as you and me.
Frosty the grow-man
knew the cops were on their way,
so he said, “Let’s burn
before jail key turns
cause in jail I cannot play.”
Back to his grow room
with a Thai stick in each hand,
pruning buds so big
incredible gig
every strain that’s known to man.
The Feds arrived and busted down
his fruity potent crops,
he tried to smoke one more hash ball
their guns drawn he had to stop.
Thumpetty thump thump
thumpetty thump thump,
the cops beat Frosty so.
Thumpetty thump thump
thumpetty thump thump,
off to prison he goes.
Frosty the grow-man
smoked an ornate blown glass bowl,
an enormous pipe
everybody knows
fitting hash balls big as coal.
Frosty the grow-man
was arrested on that Day,
a hand-cuffed goodbye
saying, “Such is life
I’ll be on parole some Day.”
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