The 420th Crusade - Cannabis Corpse

Prepare the extermination machines

We stand at the brink of war

Vowing till death to fight

Against pot oppression

The laws and legislation put into place

Will all be erased

From its ashes a new world order

But first they have to pay!

The blood is flowing…

The call of the aPOTcalypse is nigh!

The call of the aPOTcalypse is nigh!

Stoner soldiers march to certain death

Our pointless lives will finally have true meaning in war!

Vengeance will be ours!

THE 420TH CRUSADE

Behold the giant clouds of smoke billowing up from the battlefield

Chronic killers, Dank bud domination, Poser extermination

Total chaos erupts as we make the first strike

On these crooked politicians with no right

They think they can decide how we enjoy ourselves?

We’re forced to obey

Never again will we be treated as their slaves

Rolling the doobies for the slaughter

We must get high for all the murder

Blazing up as we form rank

Mighty warriors pledging allegiance to the dank

Corpses piled up to the sky

Our brutal vengeance

Will not be denied

Empty eyes of the slain are locked eternally

In the horrific final moment of their death

THE 420TH CRUSADE

THE 420TH CRUSADE

THE 420TH CRUSADE

THE 420TH CRUSADE

Rolling the doobies for the slaughter

We must get high for all the murder

Blazing it as we form ranks

Mighty warriors pledging allegiance to the dank

DANK DANK DANK DANK DANK DANK…