Here an angles sing by a sparkling stream
On a mountain top beside the golden throne
See a sparkling crop of a pure white rock
I got crack rock for sale pocket full of stones
Whether im in a bra** horse drawn carriage
Or gallantly walking on foot , just say "coo coo coo coo"
Like a spring bird anew, and we'll shove the grubs down your track.
Tonight youllle be smoking some crack
The light shines from my burlap baggy, think of all those sweet bu*tery puffs
And fligh high baby bird fly forever. will forever be ever enough
With a flash bang im cracking you up
My stagecoach delivers cross counties., pure stones to wash spirits, no soap
From the lush fields we harvest in heaven. with the purest rocks rolled down the slope
Jolly good govna, fabulous crack stones ya smoke..