Burn 1 With The Boogie Man

[Intro] (Glitchy carnival calliope fading into swelling industrial bagpipes and heavy 808s) Step right up under the flickering carnival lights… Boogie Man awaken, third eye open, chakras aligned just right… Whoop whoop! Light it up — the wicked clown is here to blaze the night… [Verse 1] Smokin’ foot-long jumbo blunts, holdin’ a full ounce in one heavy session, With the Hatchet Rydaz circled up, pure fire, no half-steppin’ or regression. Ninja thought he could hang with this clown, but the kush hit him like a freight train, Passed out on his feet — he’s okay though, just couldn’t hang with Boogie’s stoner reign! [Verse 2] Hotbox van session with a Ninjette swearin’ she ain’t smokin’ today, Six lighters spark simultaneous — contact high comin’ her way. Boogie told his sister, “You may not be hittin’ but you fixin’ to catch it for sure,” She declined to leave, stayed in the cloud, we blazed it down — popped the trunk, mushroom cloud of purple kush pure! Sleepy eyes hit first: “Boogie I’m hungry…” I replied with a wicked grin, “No bitch you high!” — munchies settin’ in, let the giggles begin. [Verse 3] Rollin’ thirty-two rillo packs back to back with my Ninja the Craftsman supreme, Just to craft Boogie’s tinfoil hat, shield that third eye from the mainstream dream. Technical stoner engineerin’, industrial precision under carnival gleam, Chakras aligned while we toke, buildin’ legends in this purple-haze regime. [Chorus] Jumbo foot-long with the Rydaz — who can hang with the clown? (Can’t hang!) Hotbox Ninjette contact blast — “No bitch you high!” (You high now!) Thirty-two rillos for the tinfoil hat — Craftsman make it crown! (Whoop whoop!) Boogie Man blaze, dark carnival haze, raise the weed anthem loud! [Bridge] Burn one with Boogie Man the Krowned Juggalo in a Strangeland, Canonized in Acid Rap, A Krowned Juggalo Technician in Reel Life — WHOOP! WHOOP! Wicked underground of the DMV, who’s down enough to smoke weed with me? Burn one with Boogie Man! Set your third eye free! [Chorus] Jumbo foot-long with the Rydaz — who can hang with the clown? (Can’t hang!) Hotbox Ninjette contact blast — “No bitch you high!” (You high now!) Thirty-two rillos for the tinfoil hat — Craftsman make it crown! (Whoop whoop!) Boogie Man blaze, dark carnival haze, raise the weed anthem loud! [Outro] (Fade with 80s Keytar solo gliding into bagpipes, blues guitars, and heavy 808s with glitch echoes) Fade into the thick purple cloud… Boogie Man eternal under carnival lights… Third eye open… chakras glow… light one up… Whoop whoop… join the session tonight…