This is your life, it’s so fucking intense; it doesn’t really matter, it doesn’t make sense. Your mom and dad told you about the birds and the bees. Do a fat blast and I’ll show you the feds in the trees. Whether you snort it, shoot it, or suck a glass dick; it doesn’t matter, it’s just fucking sick. In your house you will stay, your friends you’ll avoid; you’re a spun fucking monkey; straight paranoid. Forget who you were. You’ll become a thief and a crook. Then the best idea ever! You learn how to cook. ‘Till one day, when you’re home minding the store. The feds come and kick in the door. Bum-rushed and slammed on your chest; don’t move you fucking maggot, you’re under arrest. Now you’re in court with a public pretender; you would be better off with your dick in a blender. The judge says, “No deal son”, it’s twenty to life. And your best friend is home, fucking your wife.