Hemp (from Old English hænep) is a commonly used term for high-growing industrial varieties of the Cannabis plant and its products, which include fiber, oil, and seed. Hemp is refined into products such as hemp seed foods, hemp oil, wax, resin, rope, cloth, pulp, paper, and fuel.
Hemp is not to be confused with the close relative of the herb Cannabis which is widely used as a drug, commonly known as marijuana. These variants are typically low-growing and have higher content of tetrahydrocannabinol (THC), cannabidiol (CBD), and other cannabinoids. The legality of Cannabis varies widely from country to country, and from state to state in the United States. In many countries regulatory limits for concentrations of psychoactive drug compounds, particularly THC, in hemp require the use of strains of the plant which are bred for low content.
Hemp is used for many varieties of products including the manufacture of cordage of varying tensile strength, durable clothing and nutritional products. The bast fibers can be used in 100% hemp products, but are commonly blended with other organic fibers such as flax, cotton or silk, for apparel and furnishings, most commonly at a 55%/45% hemp/cotton blend. The inner two fibers of hemp are more woody and are more often used in non-woven items and other industrial applications, such as mulch, animal bedding and litter. The oil from the fruits ("seeds") oxidizes (commonly, though inaccurately, called "drying") to become solid on exposure to air, similar to linseed oil, and is sometimes used in the manufacture of oil-based paints, in creams as a moisturizing agent, for cooking, and in plastics. Hemp seeds have been used in bird feed mix as well. A survey in 2003 showed that more than 95% of hemp seed sold in the EU was used in animal and bird feed.
Get down!
Nod your head to my House fit
The groove is so funky you gotta jump out ya seat
Throw ya hands in the air
'Cause I'm gettin' jealous of some mothafuckas who just don't care
But never speak on my Krazee House when I found ya
Peep my lean go, muthafucka, I just begun
To rock the beat with a dash of Retro Horror Muzik
And I hear a fuckin' man
Don't smoke as I choke
The terror it felt
Some stokin' on my wicked shit the brain is about to melt
Halfway home to my padded cell
To be locked down and sedated in my thoughts in my wicked realm
Holding my nuts kickin' horrifying sound
Mr.-Mr. Bones is headed home bound
Goin' insane
I'm in pain
I ain't dead yet
I come from the graveyard, the place where the madman rests
Grab my chest, rip it in half, and look inside
The bloody horror so gruesome, you'll be hypnotized
Prince of Darkness, son of a bad shit
You can't stand me
Bitch, I'll kill yo' family
Who'd have thought, my ass is greater than the 7 Seas
And who'd a shut yo' ass quicker than a deadly disease
But still you plead
I stick yo ass and watch you bleed
What do I need?
"Nothin', fuck it, let's pick up the speed"
I hang the pictures of my victims on the second wall
No chance to stall
It's time for you to take the fall
My chain of thoughts bring my evil to the next phase
Come in my House and you'll see jsut why I'm death crazed
When you're alone, pay attention to my every sound
Fuck the casket, 'cause I'm going home bound