When I was a youth I used to burn Cali weed in a (warped) Rizla-o-Rizla-o-Rizla-o-Rizla-o I am the god of hell fire, and I bring you Are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready? Now You're Rockin!

For the sinner, God is ready God is ready, when you're ready We don’t need no truth, got planted now It grows on trees I don’t let it or 8 side loose There’s no saint and there’s no sinner Done more dirt than these I know that we can do more right that