The devil went to Jamaica
He was lookin' to sell some weed
He was doin' fine
They were standin' in line
It was excellent weed indeed

When he came across a young man
Who was likewise peddelin' pot
And the devil slid down the beach to the kid
And said boy lemme tell you what

I guess you kinda figured I'm a reefer head of course
And after all this time
I guess that i'm
A connoisseur of sorts

Now your stuff smells ok
Out this could tranquilize a horse
I'll bet a million in cash
Against your stash
Coz i think mine's better than yours

The boy said my name's johnny
And you ain't smoked nothin' yet
One hit of this grass
Will kick your a__
You got yourself a bet

Johnny roll a ball of hash
And make sure it's the bomb
Coz the devil's got the kind of stuff
They smoked in vietnam
You'll get a million smackaroo's
In cash if you can cook,
But if you can't devil'll get your dope

The devil packed a bong
With a little acapulco gold
And resin flew from his fingertips
As he fired up his bowl
He filled that chamber all the way
And he took a mighty hit
As they passed it back and forth
It gave'em both a coughin' fit

When the bowl was finished johnny said
Hey man that stuff was great
But fill your lungs with some of this
And prepare to vegetate

Cannabis,Apeeva,Sweet Mary Jane
The devil's in the back yard fryin' his brain
Zig zag filled with a diggity dang
Hold on tight it'll hit you like a tank

The devil nodded off because he knew that he was stoned
And he asked if he could buy an ounce of the stuff that johnny owned.
Johnny said devil just come on back if you ever wanna catch a buzz
I done told you once you son of a b____,
Mine's the best there ever was

Then they

Fired up doobies one by one,
Ain't gonna stop 'til the bag's done
Green as a bullfrog,
Sticky as glue
Granted you'll get high,
Yes i do

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