I just say yes to drugs,
I'm passed out resting on rugs,
scratching and kicking away my nasty flees and bugs,

I stay in a vest with thugs,
with nothing less than slugs,
invest in lugz,

now I'm rich and just messing with jugs,
writing lyrics selling out
just to be the best with Muggs,

posting them on facebook and myspace
but they could care less about these plugs,
but all I really only want is some breast

I give it right back to them with the shrugs,
I can't wait till these same people circle back around
like a pest with the tugs,

and only the best get hugs,
from me,
but only if I'm on ecstasy,

I'll come flying up to you like :
?gee. .
I've got some drugs that'll $#&@ you up

I'm not lying
it's true
you'll see?,

and?
?why am I so horney ?
there's just this ugly corney white boy standing next to me ??,

I just love crystal meth,
that and the biggest pistol I've ever met,
o' and I hang out with Heather and,

we just shot up some !@(%,
we leave those who don't do !@%!e hanging,
we tell them

?we're too damn busy for you !?
and the whole shebang-an,
and the angel dust,

damn what a rush !,
we just sit back and laugh
while you idiots try to stop that plane from making a flame out of that bus.


(I do not condone the use of drugs)