Smokin' up an L
Might kill a brain cell
But I might as well

I'm on a highway to hell
sometimes I feel doomed,
Totally consumed

By an eerie feelin'
I hear pigs squealin'
Soldiers of fortune

Are torchin' huts
The girls on them TVs
Are shakin' their butts

I'm hyperventilatin'
I might be hallucinatin'
Yo I got a chill

I'm feelin' sort of ill
I'm goin' mad
But aren't ya glad

ya used Dial
I'm goin out like style


[chorus]

Uh and ya don't quit

Yeah, keep it comin'
And ya don't stop
They say

Uh and ya don't quit

I got complexes

Ya can't figure out
My dad said
"He's a bum, kick the !@$@ out"

My head's $#&@ed up
But I lucked up
And got a hit record

Now I'm well respected
I can go places I never went before
I still dress the same

So it must be my name
I can't deal
With who's real and who's not

Who treated me the same
When my record wasn't hot
They said I couldn't eat too

So I put my cake down
I think I'm having a breakdown


[chorus]

It's not paranoia

I got something for ya
It's made of chrome
And it'll burst you dome

No joke my gun'll
Blow a $#&@in' tunnel
Right through your body

FREE JOHN GOTTI
I'll leave with your hotty
And I'll take her home

Lay her down on her back
And I'll make her moan


[chorus]

Uh and ya don't quit

Yeah, keep me###min'
And ya don't stop
Soul $$#asins and ya don't stop

FunkDoobie and ya don't stop
Cypress Hill and ya don't stop
House of Pain and ya don't stop

Soul $$#asins and ya don't stop