Once said something that made me
Want to burn my liquor store
But I just can't leave the pad,
cuz I'll surely wind up dead
Cuz I know they're out there waiting
Still I got my yellow cat
and my wooden baseball bat
and if my homey got my back then I've got
I won't slip, and I won't trip
Send Matt Vargas to regrip
While I'm wrenchin' on my ride,
in that secret pad where we hide
There's always lotsa fun stuff to do
Like relax and design a brand- new tattoo
Playing with my cross-word puzzle book,
I'm even learning how to cook
Have you seen that little whore Betty
Someone said she stole my Freddie
And if she made off with my last clean ring
I'm gonna kill that fuckin' ditch pig, so what
Outta my, outta my, outta my, outta my
Cuz I know your talkin' about me baby,
Don't want no money dick,
My secret tweaker pad is now the
hottest pale spot in town I guess
Don't want no sheriff breakin' down the
Baby you wanna give me kisses sweet
Only for a night with no repeat
Baby you wanna leave and never go
Oh, but the taste of honey
is worse than none at all
