When it comes to booze and shit, I refuse to quit

Coz I'd still be spittin', sittin' in pools of sick

I'm endin' ya foolish clique, when my fuse is lit

Huggin' a crate of dynamite with the fuses lit

After endin' foes with bombs I live it up

And watch a TV stacked on top

Three broken ones

I know I'm wrong, but I'm still right

Throwin' bombs

Don't live no ill life

I'm buttin in ya sick cypher like a nuffing guy

Turn my head, chat ya bird up and joke

"It would have been stupid not to try"

Jack ya pot supply

To slap you in the face

In the span of a month

I'll sell it back to you in eighths

Mate, you ain't solo

You're on your bill

And if you hate me now

When I'm sober you'll probly want me killed

I break mics

And I agree, it's probly selfish

When I say "I hate life,"

I mean somebody else's

Their props are helpless

At least keep an ounce of dignity

No amount of kissin' Lee's ass is

Convincin' me that you ain't shit to me

And I ain't shit, in fact

I'm so ugly on the inside

If I held my chest x-ray up to a mirror it'd crack

Envision that

I'm what you think's a wrap

Pickin scraps

Then mission back with a fake ticket

I've got a cricket bat, but I don't play cricket

And I don't drink tea, but I may spill it where you stand

Like I didn't know I had the skin scarrin' hot liquid in my hand

I was a sick kid, bumpin' Gravediggaz

Diggin' graves with the same scissors that you slit your wrists with

I'm listed as arrogant

A misfit who's adamant

You look in the

Other fuckin' direction when you look at me

Got bored, bought a bag

Forever fiendin'

The sort of lad with depression breedin' in his mental region

My thoughts are more than bad

I'm at the end of reason

Pennin' beatins even the fuckin' devil's feelin'

Lit fuse, dynamite that's ready to blow

Time bomb, set to explode, with seconds to go

Lit fuse, dynamite that's ready to blow

Time bomb, set to explode, at the end of your show