They've got a name for people like you. That name is called "recidivism."

Jaws hears music when I'm coming.

A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?

Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body-pierce with this

Livin' amok, never givin' a fuck

Give me the keys, I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck

But I smoke dope in a cab

I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab

Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah!)

A killer instinct runs in the blood

Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud

I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs

I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz

My brain's gone, my soul's worn, and my spirit is torn

The rest of my body's still bein' operated on

I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme

'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time

For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you

To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!

To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past

But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass

For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do

To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too!

For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past

But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass