A lot of people ask me
Am I afraid of death
Hell yeah I'm afraid of death
I don't want to die yet
A lot of people think that I worship the devil
That I do all types of retarded s***
Look, I can't change the way I think
And I can't change the way I am

But if I offended you? Good
'Cause I still don't give a f***

Zoning off one joint
Stop in a limo, hop in the window
Shopping the demo with gun point
A lyricist without a clue
What year is this?
F*** a needle here's a sword body pierce with this
Live in the muck, never giving a f***
Give me the keys I'm drunk, and I never driven a truck
But I smoke dope in a cab
I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
Come back the next week and re-open your scab
A killer instinct runs in the blood
Emptying full clips and bury your guns in the mud
I've calmed down now
I was heavy once into drugs
I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
My brains gone, my souls warm, my spirit is torn
The rest of my body is still being operated on
I'm ducked the f*** down while I'm writing this rhyme
'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck by lightning this time

[Chorus]
To all the weed I've smoked
Yo! this one's for you
To all the people I've offended
Yeah f*** you to
To all the friends I used to have
Yo! I miss my past
But the rest of you a**holes can kiss my a**
To all the drugs that I've done
Yo! I'm still goin' to
To all the people I've offended
Yeah f*** you to
To every time I reminisce
Yo! I miss my past
But I still don't give a f*** y'all can kiss my a**!

I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
And cut you so fast when your blood spilled it was still blue
I'll hang you till you dangle and chain you with both ankles
And pull you apart from both angles
I want to crush your skull till your brains leaks out of your veins
And bust open like broken water mains
So tell Saddam not to bother with making another bomb
'Cause I'm crushing the whole world with my palm
I got your girl in my arm
And I'm armed with a firearm
So big my entire arm is a giant fire bomb
Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron on
And the pants to match (Here mommer try 'em on)
I get a master chick with a mouth full of adjectives
A brain full of adverbs and a box full of laxatives (S***tin' on rappers)
'Causing hospital accidents
God help me before I commit some irresponsible acts again

[Chorus]

I wanted a album so rugged nobody could touch it
Spend a million a track and went over my budget (Oh s***!)
Now how in the f*** am I supposed to get out of debt
I can't rap anymore I just murdered the alphabet
Drug sickness got me doing some bug switches
I'm withdrawn from crack so bad my blood itches
I don't rap to get the woman f*** b****es
Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
Never ran with a click, I'm a posse
Kamikaze strapping a mother f***ing bomb across me
From the second I was born my momma lost me
And I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
I don't know why the f*** I'm here in the first place
My worst day on this earth was my first birthday
Retarded? what did that nurse say? Brain Damage
F*** I was born during a earthquake

[Chorus]

Writer : BASS/BASS/MATHERS
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC