You got a little curl. A five cent in a two dollar world. He was born restricted, he was born to ooze. . Sittin' in a seat. Cheap grin and the smelly feet.
I got the drip runnin' into my arm. It got me fillin' up on fluid like a water balloon. A gene modified and out of control. It got me creepin' up the walls like a speedy baboon.
Im on the night shift I got a hate gift. I wanna settle this thing. Im on a dark and shitty mission. Gonna deliver that sting. . When I punch the clock.
No plan behind it. Just a man behind it. No meaning to it. Don't do no kneeling to it. . Ain't no real snag. Ain't nothing but the good old gag. Ain't no song to sing.
We are liars we are thieves. Scheming dildos dressed like Keef. Dealing tragedy and false beliefs. We are liars we are thieves. . We're the dark street at two am.
A deadend beat I think I've heard it before. I've been living on a shit street now I can't take it no more. It's out there gotta bang it right into my sight.