that you support junkie bastard i don't wanna see your face rob and steal to keep the pace but either way you lose the race junkie bastard!!! ripped off
Junkie Bastard! I don't want to see your face Junkie Bastard! Rob and steal to keep the pace but either way you lose the race Junkie Bastard! You'll either
shit that you support, junkie bastard I don't wanna see your face, rob and steal to keep the pace either way you lose the race, junkie bastard! Ripped
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker 'Cause my brain is twisted, so, I cock the biscuit 'Cause shit's thick, some say I'ma bastard
might not like my rap, but I'm tellin' you bitch it's true So much death in the Oakland streets Am I gonna live till next week? Will I get shot by a
like Black Flag Operation Ivy with the poison in the ink well Punchline screw your face up like a steak smell Plots so funky Got your nose runny like blow junkie
of your eyes true brilliance It's a new bad boy on the rise Who feelin it New true skill in it Y'all the roots still in it Ready plus willin it's all
this bastards cap Dig me I'm what you rappers lack, sicker than all your battle raps Slither up in the asta hatch, or watch young move On junk food, Twinkies
why everyone loves me Now, buy me a drink and I'll tell you all a story About a bastard who traded in treasure for glory Well the treasure was true love, the bastard
punk Dear, dear, dear kindly Sergeant Krupke you gotta understand It's just our bringin' up-ke that gets us out of hand Our mothers all are junkies,
, ya punk? Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke, you gotta understand It's just our bringin' upke that gets us out of hand Our mothers all are junkies, our fathers
if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of 'em knows the end It was a junk
(Now, roll up a sac so that we can smoke it together) Now, how high can you go 'cause you know we can choke Take it slow, we smokin' junk 'cause you
this country hates the poor You?re a dad three times over and you?re only twenty-four The Christians on the radio, they act like you?re scum Self-righteous condescending bastards
a weed-speed pusher at fifteen He was mainlining skag a year later He'd started pimping when they put him away In jail he changed from a junkie to a
This is for every life story, every detail Ex-dotcom millionaires with shitty jobs in retail Every ingrown toenail, pile of junk mail Drivin' test drive
The lines and understand What the paper now She's reaching with her hand Brown underwear, body's always sweat Smells like bastard everywhere Dirty punky nails, junkies
Bastards stole their power From victims of the Us v.Them years Wrecking all things virtuous and true The undermining social democratic Downhill slide
