Yeeeah yeah this is my new strain of weed!

This is my new strain of weed, I call it  [bad word] The Police"!
I call it shut your mouth officer and get down on your knees,
Now put down your weapons please and puff on this green,
Then quick take off your uniform quick bow down to me.
T to the Soom please the officer squeals,
When we get outta here you're going to jail little T
I said listen little piggy I've got weed that'll make you dizzy,
Inhale it then exhale it get up high and let it be.
 [bad word] 
Puff the police, hear me now, hear my sound.
(and I said) puff the police, yeah puff on puff on it now.
Yeah I'm telling the police to skin up and get down,
And puff the police,
Puff [bad word] the police.

You will see, you will be free from the chains of the beast
That enslaved your weakened mind. Puff on this, wicked police.
It'll make you want to leave the laws that tell you what to breathe,
When only side effects from puffing is being able to see clear.
And yeah it tells me things that make my head ring ring,
Like a record playing at high speed 200 BPM spin.
If you get arrested expect your mates [bad word] it in,
When you know it's just the weed you need that you'll be coveting
 [bad word] 
Puff the police, hear me now, hear my sound.
Puff the police, yes yes puff on it now.
Yeah I'm telling the police to skin up and get down,
And puff the police,
Puff [bad word] the police

See the world in a different way, a different strain.
different winding, grinding inside of a dark cave. Let it reign,
Where you'll be safe-puffing in a safe place.
Let me take you there and higher than a sleep in deep space.
Where the real Nump to the T's they never get to me,
Because I let the puff read let the triple X bury me.
In thoughts, lines, wicked times. I'm rocking out in dreams.
Seeing through the lies now I'm seeing through the mean green.