I’m a bad motherfucker, not a fucking role model.
Fuck church, hit a bong, then go smash a fucking bottle.
Got a few sluts to help me roll a few blunts and they never question me ‘cause they know I hate cunts.
Cause she’s so cold, like you wouldn’t know,
Took things from me I didn’t know I had,
But it’s over now and I’m glad,
Cause it’s not like you never lied and it’s not like we didn’t try,
To save our own lives, to savor our lives.
You’re lying on telephone lines,
And all the lies you’re feeding me are leaving me so hungry,
And as the line pulls tights I think,
To sit and watch me as I sink,
Too bad there’s nothing you can do
Cause I am me and you’re still you.