no cash you don t wanna fuck with me i burn churches like persons in the 3rd degree with the strike of a match hit the gasoline pop pills drugs kill it s worth the thrill started in the nazo pits quick to draw sharp like a blade we ll cut ya like a chainsaw drink your blood by the pitcher until we feel drunk grind your fuckin bones to lace my fuckin blunt punk snap back crackle pop motherfuck the cops always staying on my toes when i walk the block when i go to the store i bring my own discount cause i m sick of paying money to suck corporate cock yo i know my spanish is rusty but my english is olde 40 down grab yourself an ice cold colt 45 feelin alive drunk as fuck in the daylight ready to die sometimes sometimes i count the hours when i m alone all alone with a thousand downers a life thread we re all just gonna stitch the seams my body soaked in gasoline x5 nazo step to this and i ll slit your wrists cross you off the list unless you re gonna wanna throw a punch it ll break your fist man up duck down cuz the caps won t miss bust six shots on an undercover cop they re all crooked motherfuckers and it ain t gonna stop so hold your ground down run your own town down with the man let the drums sound i ll hit you hard with accurate precision split decision yo i m sinning and i m grinning fuck religion fucked up got a vision so listen do what makes me happy not for money or attention flying on a 40 that s how i get down you say you re the king but i m wearing the crown high on my throne sniffin lines making deals got a chef in the kitchen cooking my last meal sometimes sometimes i count the hours when i m alone all alone with a thousand downers a life thread we re all just gonna stitch the seams my body soaked in gasoline sometimes sometimes i stay alive witness sickness in the cloudy skies a life thread we re all just gonna stitch the seams my body soaked in gasoline body soaked in gasoline body soaked in gasoline my body soaked in gasoline body soaked in gasoline 