Just a minute ladies and gentelmen, I think something is happening The planet earth is the third outermost planet of nine planets orbiting a single sun A long time ago in a far away galaxy Alien dope fiends ran out of the weed They built a ship with a cannabis radar Before they left they built 2 for Darth Vader Who told them of a planet where the dank sh** grows And hydroponics is a science that everyone knows So they set out on a mission to a planet called earth On a never ending quest to get their herbs Their on a never ending quest to get high, Their on a never ending quest to get high, It's a weed war and somebodies gonna die Abductees on T.V told me in secrecy about a government conspiracy to snatch all of our crops to keep the cops paid Pot for technology the deal has been made And uncle sam is behind the scam He's slinging sacks behind our backs Raisin the tax to the max I hear he's geting stoned with the sleestax Renegade potsmokers get united UFO's and dirtfeelers have been sighted So people don't trip and cause ma** hysteria There's a skunky funky smell in the roswell area 51 ships have landed They've been commanded to grab the herbs that we have planted You know they didn't count on a counterattack and I never leave home without a Fat sack So I grabbed my nine gram bag of kind A lighter and some papers It was all I could find Ran to head quarters, grabbed a big old gla** With the intention of smokin some alien gra** Were on a neverending quest to get high, A neverending quest to get high, Were on a neverending quest to get high, Circles in my crop that sh** gotta stop Were on a neverending quest to get high, Were on a neverending quest to get high, Were on a neverending quest to get high, Circles in my crop that sh** gotta stop So we pulled up to the gates of the alien camp We've come all alone with some homegrown hemp Fighting for the right of mans' kind (Alien) We can outsmoke you earthlings anytime So you wanna battle? Lets get it on Me and you One on One Bong for Bong Hey grey, I hope your vegetarian Cause floatacious dank Is what I'm carrying He replied (Alien) This sh**'s alright And he broke out with some space flavoured kryptonite So I broke off a chunk of that cosmic funk And I shattered the gla** like Shag fu dunk It's my turn so I reached in my sack To pack a fat bowl to make this (inaudible) Pulled the switch with some ditch dirt weed Sticks oregano and some birdseed He started chokin, smoke was shooting out his gills And when he drank the bong water Ooh, He gave me chills I mean he fell on the ground and started throwin up As I went crosseyed his head was blowin up His brain exploded, the shed was fried That was the last of the neverending quest to get high Were on a neverending quest to get high, It's a weed war and the aliens just died