There must be some kind of food up in here!
Said the smoker to his peeps
I've got some bad munchies
There ain't nothin' to eat
Police men they give me fines
'Cause I'm smokin' herb
None would ever legalize...
Nobody of this world

No reason to get excited
The peeps, they kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who's really like to take a toke
But someone's gone and called the cops
And this is not my place
So let us stop acting foolish now
'Bout tryin' to stuff your face

All inside the 'fridgerator
Smoker kept the view
While all the peeps, they up and went
They took their stash home too
Nothing but a cold emptiness
His stomach did growl
Two officers approaching
And the sirens began to howl