Gimme some baking soda and a coffee can
Ill make your goods in a frying pan
I got the thing that will fuel your brain
It’s a lil’ thing called crack cocaine
You can’t live without it and with it you’ll die
You’ll spend every moment looking for a high
Why don’t you quit it, its really easy?
Then why does it make all the women sleazy?
Sittin on my couch smoking a cigarette
Wonderin why I don’t just go buy Nicorette
Secondhand smokes a hoax so you shouldn’t care
It’s not like I can smoke anywhere
Leave me alone with my filthy habit
If you don’t want it then you don’t have to have it
Each day I smoke the hold on me gets tighter
Well maybe I’ll quite cuz I don’t have a lighter
My flesh is burning
My burdens come alive
In this life I’m not learning
No matter how hard I strive
I slit my wrists to fill this two-liter
Do not donate my body
Death is taking over now I’m weaker
Should I practice my karate?
I chopped all my fingers off now
And my shirt begins to soak
Now all I can think of is how
My mom drank all the coke
Things on me are now erect
My fingers are all gone
My path to death is more direct
Is it possible to move one?
Blood begins to fill my mouth again
Wasn’t it gone from my wrists?
I feel crazy I love this pain
I never knew it exists
So bury me in the trunk of my car
Lock it and throw away the key
I know you will not drive it far
Because that awful stench is me
