[Verse 1]

Livin' in a pitch, with your bitch

That's not a hitch

You don't hitch-hike

You little bitch

Now that was...

An April fools joke, I think

I don't fuckin' know

[Verse 2]

Livin' in Hollywood Hills

Poppin' pills

Drinkin' ill

Shitin' pills

[Verse 3]

Livin' in your parent's basement

You sometimes gotta hate it

But you don't gotta make it

But you hate it

So you gotta live it

Beat it, 'till you die

I don't lie