No cash. You don't wanna fuck with me.
I burn churches like Burzum in the third degree.
With the strike of a match, hit the gasoline.
Drop pills! Drugs kill, but it's worth the thrill.
Started in the nazo pits, "Quick to Draw."
Sharp like a blade--we'll cut you like a chainsaw.
Drinking blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk.
Grind your fucking bones to lace my fucking blunt, punk!
Snap back, crackle, pop! Motherfuck the cops!
Always staying on my toes when I walk the block.
When I go to the store I bring my own discount
cause I'm sick of paying money to suck corporate cock.
Yo, I know my Spanish is rusty, but my English is old.
40 down, grab yourself an ice cold
Colt 45. Feeling alive.
Drunk as fuck in the daylight.
I'm ready to die!

Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers.
Like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams.
But now my body is soaked in gasoline.

Nazo step to this. Won't slit your wrist. Cross you off the list.
Unless you're gonna wanna throw a punch that'll break your fist.
Man up, duck down cause the caps won't miss.
Bust six shots on an undercover cop.
They're all crooked motherfuckers, and it ain't gonna stop.
So hold your ground down. Run your own town.
Down with the man. Let the drums sound.
I'll hit you hard with accurate precision, split decision.
Yo, I'm sinning, and I'm grinning. Fuck religion!
Fucked up. Got a vision, so listen.
Do what makes you happy, not for money or attention.
A dime and a forty. That's how I get down.
You say you're the king, but I'm wearing the crown.
High on my throne, sniffing lines, making deals.
Got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal.

Sometimes, sometimes I count the hours
When I'm alone, all alone with a thousand downers.
Like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams.
But now my body is soaked in gasoline.

Sometimes, sometimes to stay alive.
To witness sickness under clouded skies.
Like thread, I was just gonna stitch the seams.
But now my body is soaked in gasoline.