Frosty the Dankman

Frosty the snowman is packing a fat bowl In his Rockstar pipe he puffs and blows Until all that's left is coal Frosty the snowman has the nicest shit around Oh but don't say so to the old 5-0 Or he'll beat your punk ass down There must have been some magic in That old pot bag he found For when he took it to his head He turned into a fucking snowman O, Frosty the snowman Smokes the dankest bud in town But you wouldn't know you silly hoe Cuz the shit you smoke is brown Frosty the snowman Will green you out one day You can say you're through But it's oh so true Cuz bitch Frosty don't play

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