come to my lair, my store
in exchange for your savings
i can satisfy cravings.
if i stop to consider your health and your wealth,
a bitter transaction ensues.
you look for'd to your high
as i ask myself 'why'
or perhaps 'how' i could do this to you
i peddle the poison from open til close
then relax with my friends on my porch
we can get plenty drunk but if it smells like a skunk
then armed men may come take us by force
to avoid such traumatic attack by the law
when attempting to bring on a high,
dispose of the weed and come visit with me
at the Beer and Tobacco Supply