The Falling

[Verse 1] Guns, bitches, hoes, crack Death and disease, and a baseball bat S-T-Ds that have no name Down at the clinic with a face full'a shame Russian Roulette with a naked flame Dangerously slow but in the fast lane A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine Just got the news about the tumour in my brain But we don't care so we sniff it all the same Caught my best friend sleepin' with my girlfriend, Jane Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get them slain Assassins for hire, they shall get paid Two-G, Three-G, what-ever it costs None of those fools shoulda got me crossed I'm just about ready for some treachorous fame Ten grenades on the plane, whoops, another Dunblane [Verse 2] Mass murderin', brains on the floor You're dead cause I said you shouldn't live no more You done made me, lose my cool Where's my tool? Who's the bigger fool? Road rage, pavement rage, all kinds of rage You're lucky if you get to see some old age Every other day's a good day to die Best be careful, if you's love your life You don't know nothin', you don't see nothin' You don't be nothin', you don't do nothin' But we all got to be something, and somebody But everybody here can't be that rich You know the sayin' - "Life's a bitch" I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch Don't you be, a stupid bitch [Verse 3] I took a blunt knife, and cut a piece of my heart That's my sacrifice, my wayward device It sound mad though, my self-mutilation like Doctor Foster and his very first patients God's unhappy cause we man's praisin' himself Plannin' to get to heaven with that earthly wealth Blood money, grudge money, no-body budge money Mass futility, souls on the guillotine Meantime I unravel, callin' Jimmy Saville "Come fix my epitome, I bid to leave this bitterness"