Bitch it's Front row
At the Gun show
Cowabunga
I'm so gung ho
Going commando
Got love on the handles
I'll light up some candles
In nothing but Sandals
Like orangutans let my dingo-ling swing
Ass like a stang and I'm hoping I can bang
Damn I'm deranged something different in my brain
Going insane like I'm in a chain gang
I don't like this place because I'm here every day
I want to see your face but Its not clear in the rain
My position is a vision
I cannot make decisions
Loved ones passed in car collisions
Lack of funds and small provisions
Gone with the wind and I'm lost in the hall
Nauseous about to vomit so I'm heading to the stall
Took a little tumble but I couldn't ever fall
I'll just keep it coming cause I will never stop
Why do I hate myself
Cause I don't know nothing else
I think I may need some help
This is bad for my health
Death sentence
Next entrance
New beginnings
Crude with winnings
Stomachs churning
Tables turning
Burning burdens
Sipping bourbon
Death sentence
Next entrance
New beginnings
Crude with winnings
Stomachs churning
Tables turning
Burning burdens
Sipping bourbon
Fuck
All black in the back what the fuck
Skin head bitches want my fucking nuts
Pull up on that bitch like what's up I'm a slut
Put my dick up in that bitch I'm in her guts
Dead roses we'll take another dosage
Get high to numb the pain Bitch
You hate we getting paid bitch
We don't speak your language
I skrt off the I lane switch
We on a different planet
We make them feel so anxious