Blunted At Birth - Cannabis Corpse

Chronic fucking, chronic bud

Increased libido

Engorging the flesh pipe

Smoke cum so green

One spurt is not enough

You crave his warm weed inside your vag

Nine months have passed

Since that carnal night

You have tried to forget

Despite the pot, you cannot

You have become a human bong

For this weakiling fetus to grow inside

Putrid fetid infected womb

Too lazy to be born

On the hospital bed legs spread open

Forceps now become roach clips

Swollen placenta, sullen cervix

Dilated

Now the blunted shall be born

Legs spreading further

Legs spreading further

The child runs out, drenched in bongwater

Blunted at birth

No longer there, mind decimation

Brain obliteration, thoughts warped

Reality that once has been changed

Into a cursed gestation

His cord remains attached

His bong has not yet cached

His eyes they teem with pus

His mouth a weedy crust

His tongue is burnt to shit

His nose still smells the hit

His teeth are black with ash

Reeking of the hash

Small green deformed head on baby’s body

Doomed to die sonn

Crawling back towards the womb

You have become a human bong