Chip The Black Boy - Crop Killer

{Chip}
Oh!

Shoutout to Monsanto!

I don't smoke weed
I smoke black mold
I smoke yak dung
Inflating my black lungs

Blowing storm clouds
Engulfing populaces
Raining down demon seeds
On metropolises

Bringing blight and infestation
Devastating crops
Uprooting plantations

Dismantling nations from the inside-out
When the tulips wilt
And the wind dies down

Look about, I am near
Under cover of the curling leaves
A walking, talking disease

I am the farmer's foe with the haunted hoe
Planting poison oak, star-thistle, and mistletoe

Soaking the soils
With caustic oils
Tuning my flute
As your fruit all spoils

I am the venomous worm
I am the alien germ
Dancing with joy as your garden burns

Crop Killer!
Crop Killer!

{Man #1}
It's a fungal infection that can completely wipe out a crop

{Man #2}
But the small-scale farmers are all experiencing a hundred percent losses every year

{Man #1}
It's arguably the most damaging of all the pathogens of wheat, it destroys crops

{Man #2}
This is a really nasty package

{Chip}
Crop Killer!