[Verse 1]
Guns, bitches, hoes, crack
Death and disease, and a baseball bat
S-T-Ds that have no name
Down at the clinic with a face full`a shame
Russian Roulette with a naked flame
Dangerously slow but in the fast lane
A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine
Just got the news about the tumour in my brain
But we don`t care so we sniff it all the same
Caught my best friend sleepin` with my girlfriend, Jane
Now I`m thinkin` of a way to get them slain
Assassins for hire, they shall get paid
Two-G, Three-G, what-ever it costs
None of those fools shoulda got me crossed
I`m just about ready for some treachorous fame
Ten grenades on the plane, whoops, another Dunblane
[Verse 2]
Mass murderin`, brains on the floor
You`re dead `cause I said you shouldn`t live no more
You done made me, lose my cool
Where`s my tool? Who`s the bigger fool?
Road rage, pavement rage, all kinds of rage
You`re lucky if you get to see some old age
Every other day`s a good day to die
Best be careful, if you`s love your life
You don`t know nothin`, you don`t see nothin`
You don`t be nothin`, you don`t do nothin`
but we all got to be something, and somebody
but everybody here can`t be that rich
You know the sayin` - Life`s a bitch
I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch
Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch
Don`t you be, a stupid bitch
[Verse 3]
I took a blunt knife, and cut a piece of my heart
That`s my sacrifice, my wayward device
it sound mad though, my self-mutilation like
Doctor Foster and his very first patients
God`s unhappy `cause we man`s praisin` himself
Plannin` to get to heaven with that earthly wealth
Blood money, grudge money, no-body budge money
Mass futility, souls on the guillotine
Meantime I unravel, callin` Jimmy Saville
Come fix my epitome, I bid to leave this bitterness
