Strapped To My Ass

      “Judge me if you can-fuck you if you can’t
Realize bitch blood money they won’t take at the bank,
      “But at the morgue a deal can be made
Now it’s another dead motherfucka chilling in the shade,

      “Back aching, knees shaking as the undertaker dig
Just to plant the weak with a fucking split wig,
      “Tired of the bullshit so hateful emotions got him cussing
But one dead body won’t stop the show-so he keeps shoveling,  

      “I feel I’m a special cursed case
Because every day in the mirror evil stares me in the face,
      “Even when I’m finished shittin and wiping my ass
A motherfucka could swear that I hear my evil laugh,

I already know the Devil want me
He’s licking my soul,
Because I have nightmarish visions
Of being lowered in a flaming hole,
I know my family and my bitch
Is sorry as shit,
Because the funky ho’
Would be already riding someone else’s dick,

      “Remember every woman will fall to her knees
From prayer, an ass whopping or either to please,
      “Crying from pleasure, pain or shame
Regardless, how it comes it is always part of the fuck game,

      “Like politicians they are king of the motherfuckin lie
Because at the right price they will sell their soul and open up a thigh,
      “As sure as a chrome nine-millimeter will shine in the light
And on a motherfuckas ass an unfriendly dog will bite,

      “With the electric chair strapped to my ass-I wait for the switch
Another day living has the Reaper scream ‘ain’t this a bitch’,
      “But no time soon I plan on being divorced from life
Making cold-hearted death my eternal wife”.