thats my business be a witness what youbthink i do this for my fitness heart attacks still skippin never slippin steady grippin no kidding no way out this place laced up in a coffin coughing on my last cigarette with a track phone a lighter and a gigapet screamin i got no regrets no last words just cussing puffing on a camel at the end of the day im just a mamel with a handful of salt sharp witted iv admitted my mistakes omitted my lies beheaded the snakes iv loosened the chanes translucent as paint it pains me to say i made it this way lighten up like a star ship get a grip no shit big wip big toys big speakers big noice no way I found her like this lit up cancer like a spliff no shit pampers pissed no clips one in the cilinder if it dont feel good im billin her call me billinger will a rotary phone pray on a rosary this shits poetry will the dear lord carry me home im drunk again the demon tell me i am alone