Walking down the streetI see a cunt I’d to like to meetshe’s got a pretty tight assand I’d like to find my way in itand it’ll be o. kfor a little bittwenty five dollars to my nameit’s gonna find it’s way in my veinsI ain’t talking shit I feel no shameor anything even close to pain!life’s just a state of executionserved without a convictionwe’re all addicts with different addictionsbut believe what you if it helps you sleep at nightwill make it righta sweet lullabyto help you die!