Here—tell him:

What do you go by these days? (Anyway.)

Who’s the most violent person you know

Except the sheriff next door? (Ha ha ha.)

That would be you, real cult. (Ha ha ha.)

(high pitch voice: respect.)

Fackin’ press make a mockery of me,

She said “I’m leavin’ — don’t feel sorry for me.”

I’ve got at least three on lease,

No one said I was a dishonest piece— (please.)

Turns out he’s no fella,

He’s been to jail but he isn’t guilty.

He was released on account of his

Constitutionally— (you feel me?)

Police pull him over like:

“Are you a lawyer?”

I didn’t finish college,

But I know what a Gerry stop is.

Cop said: “Don’t get smart with me!

I’ll lock you up for lookin’ at me funny!”

Fuck a corrupty — you know what I mean?!

Every fuckin' fella turns out he’s no fella,

He’s real cult actually—

Fuck you, I only have two dollars in my pocket!

He said:

“Give me everything you got, and I’ll let you go

With just a warning!”

Fuck me—

Fuck a fella, you mean a corrupty,

You know what I mean?

Fuck his reputation —

He’s finished, he’s done,

He’s a corrupty fuckin’ with me.

With two grams in his pocket,

He’s high like me—

Fuckin’ tell me:

What the fuck am I going to do

But give him everything I got?

Fuck me,

I have no more drugs

To get home safely.

Now he’s leaving me in the fuckin’ snow,

There’s no one else around me.

I might as well blow

What I still have on me—

(Fuck it.)

Let’s fuckin’ go—

I need to get home

Before the drugs wear off me.

I’m walking sideways,

Falling forward,

Heart’s beating out of rhythm—

Body moving disorder.

Two in the morning,

Streetlights humming on me,

Breath like smoke,

Mind like lightning,

Feet like lead,

Stumbling, sprinting—

My head is spinning like:

“Go home before the drugs quit hitting.”

He’s gone,

I’m cold,

Road’s long,

And I’m told—

I’m the problem, I’m the villain,

I’m the low-life scum they’re always killing,

I’m the one they wanna pin it on—

So pin it on me then,

I’ll wear it like a crown.

I’m a H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

Cause I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

Cause I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

Cause I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

Cause I’ma H double O D

Low life scum — that’s what they say about me.

I’ma H double O D —

And that’s all they’ll ever say about me.