(Fuck you motherfucker! Untie me from this chair man   You better untie me from this chair nigga   You know who the fuck I am, I will have you killed nigga!   You better untie me motherfucker, fuck y'all motherfuckers man!   Do you know who the fuck I am?)      {*beat drowns out the voice as a Cypress Hill member speaks*}      Right {*duct tape being unrolled*}   Sho' you right   You want a cigarette nigga?      [B-Real]   You was a good kid, your parents musta loved you   They got you out of trouble no matter how big the bubble   They gave you everything, nah you never needed nothin   We used to get high, 'member we was weeded cousin   We used to go to clubs, blaze it up and act crazy   What made you turn around, was it drugs or your lady?   We had good times, committin hood crimes   We drew lines but you never understood mine   You don't go fuckin homies, just like my momma told me   I held my hood up boldly, you were a fuckin phony   I guess it manifested when I got the call early   They said you bunkered down in the hood with ol' girly   She had your back covered, but that didn't matter did it?   I know you're livin, but you put your fuckin self in it   Don't try to make a move, nigga don't go fuckin 'dere   I know you're hurtin cause you're tied up to the fuckin chair   You never loved your family, you robbed that mall gladly   They tried to love you sadly, you let 'em down badly   Just call me Death's angel, but we were never strangers   You 'bout to get mangled, that's truer than Kurt Angle   Now it's time to pay, any last words to say?   I know your mind strays, son I think you need to pray   Don't even need to tell you, you were a smart nigga   Save your teardrops, yo don't even start nigga   You shoulda thought of that long ago before you fucked me   You dodged me long enough, homey now you been lucky   But now it's pay the piper, no fuckin traps or snipers   Just the gas and lighter, caught up in the web of spiders   But now you get devoured, burnin in the flames you coward   This is the very hour, I send your family flowers   I'm sure they all will miss you, but they will be good without you   They'll reminisce and light a candle as they talk about you      [Cypress Hill]   Relax... no no it's okay   Let me give you a light {*muffled: "Oh SHIT!"*}      {*flames roaring, a voice screaming*}      That's my favorite fucking song..      {*in the background, "Pigs" by Cypress Hill plays*}      [B-Real]   This pig harassed the whole neighborhood   Well this pig worked at the station   This pig he killed my Homeboy   so the fuckin pig, went on a vacation   This pig he is the chief   Got a brother pig, Captain O'Malley   He's got a son that's a pig too   He's collectin pay-offs from a dark alley   This pig's known as a narco..      {*music fades*}