First I was born young and healthy I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy Can't forget my first day at school Got stabbed in the head with a pencil, but it's cool Get my education A job and a family, a good reputation And what about grade two? Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through But I'm packing a textbook So don't fuck with me cause I'm going to grade three! Thank god it's lunch in a minute Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it And it ripped my tongue off But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss? Finally had to step out I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out Who knows where the road led? Seen a man with a briefcase and no head So I'm like fuck that! Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack And I'm straighter than a fucking light post I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most..
Now I'm a basehead down on my luck Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck And thrown about a block But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock Holding my sign I'll work for crack With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back And I'm sleeping in the gutter Right next to Champtown's mother I'm eating dead rats in the street I keep on checking for my own heart beat Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive Got my first taste of life in hell I ate a dead man, shh, but don't tell Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change? I'll cut your face off and eat your brains You know all about me You act like you ain't never seen "Penitentiary"
"We the jury find the defendant guilty of 47 counts of first degree murder." "Very well. Mr. Bruce, do you have any last words before your sentence?" "Yeah...your mudda." "Fine...LIFE IN PRISON MOTHAFUCKA!!"
Spitting and cussing and you know I'm pissed With these iron braces on my fucking wrists! And I'm heading for the slammer Serial killer, all on the camera First day, they broke my back Next day, they broke my neck Third day, they broke my leg Fourth day, they broke my head Swallowing kept on trucking But there'll be no fucking That's strictly for the soft Ain't seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off So I'm finna escape How much shit can one klepto take? "Stop, fool! Stop or I'll fire!" Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire I'm all tangled up, Cut-cut-cut Slit...slit-cut-cut You don't love me, I really don't care Tie my ass up in the electric chair I got no family, I got no friends I pray to God that my life ends
"Do you have any last words my son?" "Yes Father, I do." "SO WHAT!!!"
They thought that they had killed me They took me to the morgue I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill But then I jump out knife swinging all about And motherfucking-mother-mother-mother-motherfucking kill!
I used to wonder what life's about Until it chewed me up and spit me out Your ghetto created a psycho nut Not just psycho, psycho nut Now I'm living in the walls of your house And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse I'm packing a sickle, I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle You want me in a straight jacket Cause when I see a throat, I'm a hack it Where I'm at? What's my name? Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train And it ripped my legs off Ha! nothing but a minor cough, You can't get me I swing from a tree Shouting and cussing and shooting at me Everybody's end make two cents My branch broke and I fell on a picket fence I'm stuck and they're coming to get me Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me I'm stuffing them back in Fuck! They won't go back in Now my life's gettin' dense Cause my heart's still beating on a wooden fence They shoot me up and down Thinking thinking thinking clown Wicked wicked wicked clown You wanna know about a wicked clown You wanna know!! You wanna know!! You wanna know all about a wicked clown A wicked clown A wicked clooooooooown...... You wanna know about a wicked clown... I never had it made! I never had it made! You wanna know...you wanna know I never had it made! A wicked clown You wanna know... You wanna know about a wicked clown...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
