yeah!......cashed in my cans,relapsed now i can't stand this stretch of land so bleak,so damn bland,i had a dog that was on t.v. i put em' down when he couldn't see now i'm playin' quick-picks for free bread and cheap head,the sidewalk's a death-bed with rap bass it booms loud the teen-challenge so proud,a dollar coffee in the parking lot with a coupon in the wind and a desk set up out shop,a challenge for the teens and they'll never get anything out of me you can bet your ass...and in...your ass you can bet it my friend,that they won't get anything from me,cashed in my cans,i relapsed on the avenue,i can't stand,i can't stand.....oh...(repeat chorus)......they will never get anything out of me you can bet your ASS!!!.....bet your ass!!!.....your ass!!!!.....(growling)....my grafeetied cock is a basquiat for deaf denise to kill with her box,she's all talk cause her chomp is in the parking lot now she walks...now she walks....her ass on the avenue...all of us dead in the gutter nun's clit ring,a speed spit get your chores done in no time,the rainbow with the fool's gold got shit-canned and now the tear's on the gang eye's in her hands,i sleep-walk with my herpes cock to the bridge where poet's get some f***ed up til death and read lines from the dying minds in the sky and let the rat's run round their jean-ripped ass,we're all dead in the gutter nun's clit ring,a speed spit get your chores done in no time,the rainbow with the fool's gold got shit-canned and now the tear's on the gang eye's in her hands,i sleep-walk with my dead cock to the bridge where poets get some fucked up til' death and read lines from the dying minds in the sky and let the rats run round their jean ripped ass...and read lines to the dying minds in the sky and let the rats run round their jean ripped ass...out of me,out of me,they'll never get a thing out of me!
