I dont work but I can work with it to split your smile
run you down without a twitch, your cars just not as big as mine
tear the son out of your and sprinkle your remains with lime
I aint no workin man, I do the best I can, I got the devils hand rollin sixes
I am the habit man, I use up all I can, I got the slackers hand
my afternoons remote control, daydream milk and genocide
tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
butter knife in your side
what I got I got for free, middle finger technology
whats yours is mine, yours is mine, told you fucker, yours is mine
snake eyes for sissies
I am the pedophiles dream, a messianic peter pan
just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy, I can never be a man
