Here an angles sing by a sparkling stream On a mountain top beside the golden throne See a sparkling crop of a pure white rock I got crack rock for sale pocket full of stones Whether im in a bra** horse drawn carriage Or gallantly walking on foot , just say "coo coo coo coo" Like a spring bird anew, and we'll shove the grubs down your track. Tonight youllle be smoking some crack The light shines from my burlap baggy, think of all those sweet bu*tery puffs And fligh high baby bird fly forever. will forever be ever enough With a flash bang im cracking you up My stagecoach delivers cross counties., pure stones to wash spirits, no soap From the lush fields we harvest in heaven. with the purest rocks rolled down the slope Jolly good govna, fabulous crack stones ya smoke..