I see ya got sum papers today
We could smoke a li'l sum, on da way
You ever been wit a black gurl or r'ya gay?
Well I know a few, that'll **** for a buck
They do something strange, for some change, when ya ****

Went to a former co-worker's house to smoke da dope, after work
His patio furniture was in the backyard, for us to sit on, I felt like a ****
There was a rusty, seat-less and underworked exercise bike
An old wooden dining room chair, that I kinda like
Even a leaking, 5 gallon Home-Depot bucket, purchased by li'l Mike

I'm not some closet psychopath
I've got a job, you know
i'm a backyard dentist
An artist of sorts
At least for da mob
The money's good, if you know your math

Everybody's acting like gangs are a new phenomenon
Almost everyone in the USA is affiliated in some way, with an ancient gang from Babylon
We've got the FBI, ATF and the LA bashful police department, that were all illegally installed
Far out Religious groups, Democrats, Republicans, barbering da same old bull, just to keep us enthralled
Everybody's obliged to and got to, have their own little clique
Friggin’ always gang-banging, in their own subtle way, it makes me sick

For the record, about all those so called crimes
I was convicted on two counts, of ****** abuse
In the first degree, for offensive touching, without consent, no excuse
I've been shot at, more than five or six times
By some dudes who were nervously hanging about
You know, just like a Starsky & Hutch comedy stake-out

But my God is great, he sure has the knack
He let me come straight back, wid out no flack
So, I've been selling crack, at the high school gate
Since i was in about, i'd say,"ninth or tenth grade"
I don't know where this journey will end, maybe way before it's due date
So, i've already started digging my grave, with an old rusty, but trusty *****.