I got a copper wire around my neck
You believe it
I don't care, ending on a condescending
Too bad that you can't get your head straight
Flip the switch if you think it feels right
Bet it doesn't, bet it's a bad sight
Cut it, not your friend though
Go in the hard way, go in through the window
No one wants to see you
No one wants to be you
Nobody wanted to fuckin help you
I don't think straight and he didn't have a way
Now graffiti is on the brick wall
Next to where he lay
And once it takes then it giveth
It's not the kinda funny thing where nobody gets hurt
It's a massacre
I don't think straight and I don't know why
It's no problem of mine
I don't havŠµ time if it ain't your cup of tea
TherŠµ's no one to rob and no one to rub it in around