Burned a new hole in my tracksuit
today,
Smoking Soap Bar without an ashtray,
Red-hot nylon dripping on my skin,
I ripped the fucker off, and threw it in
the bin,
Soap Bar’s cheap, and so’s my
clothes,
They’ve got to be cause of all the
fucking holes,
It tastes like shit and it makes you
cough,
And it’s the fucking rubber in it that
gets you off.
Yeah, I smoke Soap Bar with lots of
bits of plastic,
I leaves mine in it cause it tastes
fantastic,
Skunk costs too much, I can’ t see the
appeal,
Of smoking Port Rocky, Soap Bar or
Gold Seal,
Smoke Rocky in a bong, bucket or hot-
knives,
Bake it in a cake for your Mam as a
surprise,
I smokes Green, and it’s gone in an
instant,
But Soap Bar lasts, cause it’s fucking
consistent.
Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky,
I’ll smoke Soap Bar ‘till I fucking die,
Before I die and they lay me to rest,
I will always smoke Soap Bar, that’s
the best.
Last night I went out driving in my car,
I sparked up a fat spliff of fu