This sonuvabitch, is a

Sonofabitch, yeah!

Imma piece’a shit, a piece of

Shit I am

Well, there’s gotta be

A sign

A lesser son to

Be damned

Shedding thoughts till

I die

These lucid grains

Of sand

You can’t own me coz I own myself

Even when it blisters I feel so swell

It’s always hotter in another’s hell

So bring some gas and your own farewells