I’m so high, I don’t care about the consequences, from the grave I sneak my secret ingredients.
I’m so high, I don’t care about the consequences, dead humans stuffed with weed, potent strain of cannabis corpse.
You died, to make me high, body parts baked into cakes.
You died to make me high, now I’m the one who’s fucking baked.
Stoned
Death
You died, to make me high, body parts baked into cakes.
You died to make me high, now I’m the one who’s fucking baked.
Corpse
Prepared for
Later
Later
Corpse
Prepared for
Later
Later
Is it later?
I can’t even tell myself, is this real?