A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
Hell yeah, Im afraid of death
I dont want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the devil
That I do all types of retarded shit
Look, I cant change the way I think
And I cant change the way I am
But if I offended you, good
Cause I still dont give a fuck
Im zonin off of one joint, stoppin a limo
Hopped in the window, shoppin a demo at gunpoint
A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
Fuck a needle, heres a sword, body-pierce with this
Livin amok, never givin a fuck
Give me the keys, Im drunk, and Ive never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
Ill stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah!)
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptyin full clips and buryin guns in the mud
Ive calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brains gone, my souls worn, and my spirit is torn
The rest of my bodys still bein operated on
Im ducked the fuck down while Im writin this rhyme
Cause Im probably gonna get struck with lightnin this time
For all the weed that Ive smoked, yo, this blunts for you
To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that Ive done, yo, Im still gon do
To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
But I still dont give a fuck, yall can kiss my ass
I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue
Ill hang you until you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I wanna crush your skull til your brains leak out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains (shh)
So tell Saddam not to bother with makin another bomb
Cause Im crushin the whole world in my palm
Got your girl on my arm, and Im armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
And the pants to match (Here, Momma, try em on)
I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
(Shittin on rappers) Causing hospital accidents
God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again
For all the weed that Ive smoked, yo, this blunts for you
To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that Ive done, yo, Im still gon do
To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
But I still dont give a fuck, yall can kiss my ass
I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit)
Now how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
I cant rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doin some bugged twitches
Im withdrawin from crack so bad my blood itches
I dont rap to get the women, fuck bitches!
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a clique, Im a posse
Kamikaze, strappin a motherfuckin bomb across me
From the second I was born, my momma lost me
Im a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I dont know why the fuck Im here in the first place
My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday
Retarded? What did that nurse say?
Brain damage? Fuck! I was born during an earthquake
For all the weed that Ive smoked, yo, this blunts for you
To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too!
To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past
But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
For all the drugs that Ive done, yo, Im still gon do
To all the people Ive offended, yeah, fuck you too!
For every time I reminisce, I miss my past
But I still dont give a fuck, yall can kiss my ass