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Join the dark lord as he lights up, ever Saturday at 10 am EST...

Gather ‘round, my friends, it’s that time again. Every Saturday at ten am, the smoke rises, the riffs roll in, and we take a trip straight into the pits of hell. Don’t forget—this isn’t just any day—it’s Stonerday!"

Wake up, light up, it’s Saturday morn,
Satan's calling, and the weed’s been born.
Pack the bowl, hit the road, we’re diving deep,
Through fiery rings, where the demons creep.
Magic mushrooms from the devil’s own stash,
One hit, man, and you're gone in a flash.
Floatin’ down through the smoky haze,
Each ring of hell, a higher place.

Stonerday, Stonerday, every Saturday at ten am,
Get lost with Satan, you’ll be flyin’ with him.
Through every ring, through every flame,
Tune in, blaze up, you'll never be the same.
Stonerday, Stonerday, come and take a ride,
Where the smoke is thick, and the demons glide.

Hell's got no fury when the bong’s in hand,
Satan's laughing, making smoke demands.
Demon lords pass the pipe around,
Each hit brings you closer, deeper down.
From the depths of the abyss, feel your mind expand,
On hell-grown shrooms, you’ll understand.
The higher you go, the deeper you fall,
Satan’s trip, baby, come answer the call.

Stonerday, Stonerday, every Saturday at ten am,
Get lost with Satan, you’ll be flyin’ with him.
Through every ring, through every flame,
Tune in, blaze up, you'll never be the same.
Stonerday, Stonerday, come and take a ride,
Where the smoke is thick, and the demons glide.

Every Saturday’s a sacred time,
Satan’s stash, man, it’s all divine.
Floatin' through the smoke-filled rings,
You’ll see what every stoner sings.
Forget the world, forget the day,
Stonerday’s here, you’re blown away.

Stonerday, every Saturday at ten am,
Get lost with Satan, you’ll be flyin’ with him.
Through every ring, through every flame,
Tune in, blaze up, you'll never be the same.
Stonerday, Stonerday, come and take a ride,
Where the smoke is thick, and the demons glide.

So mark your calendar, don’t be late,
ten am Eastern, your weekly fate.
With Satan, demons, and that fiery high,
Stonerday’s calling, just hit and fly.
Every Saturday, man, the trip begins,
And in the end, the high always wins.