There's adults selling bones outside of my home and I think it's wrong but I believe I belong but not for too long cuz that's when their kids run by. Now they're all getting stoned outside of my home and I think it's wrong but I can't leave em alone, boy just leave it alone. I watch them run byyyyyyyyyy I can make you violent, violent, violent slowly I went crazy, went crazy, but not on my own voice whispers bad words backwards, oh we should be friends. I got the money, I've got the rhythm I've got the money, I know I'll make more If it can be hunted, I'll hunt it, the Christian survivors having nightmares about being laughed at. I 'd share all of my best dreams, about beating up all my friends I got the money, I've got the rhythm I've got the money, I know I'll make more And I'm feeling so low, I fucked up, and bought drugs I can make you violent, violent, violent Who can make you violent, violent, violent We can burn each other with lighters, oh we could be friends I got the money, I've got the rhythm