Lyrics:

I would like to discuss with you the importance of not throwing your drugs down in the valley. They're totally unuseful to you down there, and what sucks even more is that you have to go all the way down there to retrieve them, when they might be lying in a pile of deer shit on an Indian reserve. And if you run into an Indian, you can go "hey Joe, where are you going with that gun in your hand?" And he'll say, "eat shit, Nantuck!" And you say, "OK Chief!!" so eagerly, because you know your drugs might be in that shit.