who that In a pick up there might be a mix up this sick pup. dropped her off with hiccups she looking like a pin up dammit I got no limits running out of minutes gotta be stackin digits before I'm old and vintage I think I got a sickness somebody call the clinic everything he say acidic that's why I where a grimace dont nobody like me say that I'm ugly why do fight me why do you fuck me they want to be like me pockets are chunky I never ask why me I know why they lumpy never someone's puppet first to be a suspect loading up the bucket with paper coin and nuggets my life has been like pussy all I did was fuck it