Flying Killer Cobs From The Planet Bob Lyrics

Flying Killer Cobs From The Planet Bob lyrics


Too much too high
You smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the
planet Bob,
His mega mental shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs
from the planet Bob,
You're in big troud now, you're starting to sob.
Just
one smoke that all it takes,
Take a couple of drags, see purple
lakes,
You've smoked toomuch, you're starting to sob,
Now you're going
toanswer to the planet of cobs.
His teeth are sharp, his teeth are
big,
The chainsaws he uses, ain't not for cunning twigs.
Too much, too
high,
You smoke, you die
Hey, what's the problem with drugs these
days,
I mean, what the fuck does it matter,
If I get a goddamn acid
tablet,
And shove it down the end of my penis.
Too much, too high,
You
smoke, you die
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
His mega mental
shooter stuck in your gob,
Flying killer cobs from the planet Bob,
You're
in big troud now, you're starting to sob.