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First I was born young and healthy
I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy
Can't forget my first day at school
Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool
Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation

And what about grade two?
Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through
But I'm packing a textbook
Don't fuck with me 'cuz I'm going to grade three

Thank God it's lunch in a minute
Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it
And it cut my tongue off
But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss

Finally had to step out
I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out
Who knows where the road led?
Seen a man with a briefcase and no head

So I'm like fuck that
Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack
And I'm straighter than a fucking light post
I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most

Now I'm a base head down on my luck
Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck
And thrown about a block
But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock

Holding my sign I'll work for crack
With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back
And I'm sleeping in the gutter
Right next to Jam Town's mother

I'm eating dead rats in the street
I keep on checking for my own heart beat
Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five
Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive

Got my first taste of life in hell
I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell
Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?
I'll cut your face off and eat your brains

You know all about me
You act like you ain't seen penitentiary
Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss
With these iron braces on my fucking wrists

And I'm heading for the slammer
Serial killer, all on the camera
First day, they broke my back
Next day, they broke my neck

Third day, they broke my leg
Fourth day, they broke my head
Swallowing kept on trucking
But there'll be no fucking

That's strictly for the soft
Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off
So I'm finna escape
How much shit can one club no take?

Stop, fool, stop or I'll fire
Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire
I'm all tangled up, cut, cut, cut, slit, slit, cut, cut
You don't love me, I really don't care

Tie my ass up in the electric chair
I got no family, I got no friends
I pray to God that my life ends
They thought that they had killed me

They took me to the morgue
I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board
I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill
But then I jump out knife swinging all about

And motherfucking mother, mother, mother, motherfucking kill
I used to wonder what life's about
Until it chewed me up and spit me out
Your ghetto created a psycho nut
Not just psycho, psycho nut

Now I'm living in the walls of your house
And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse
I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle
You want me in a straight jacket

'Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it
Where I'm at? What's my name?
Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train
And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft

You can't get me I swing from a tree
Shouting and cussing and shooting at me
Everybody's end make two cents
A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence

I'm stuck and they're coming to get me
Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me
I'm stuffing them back in
Fuck! They won't go back in

Now my life's gettin' dense
'Cuz my heart's still beating
On a wooden fence
They shoot me up and down

Thinking, thinking, thinking clown
Wicked, wicked, wicked clown
You wanna know all about a wicked clown
I never had it made
First I was born young and healthy   I told my mother one day I'd be wealthy   Can't forget my first day at school   Got stabbed in the head with a pencil but it's cool   Get my education, a job and a family, a good reputation      And what about grade two?   Got shot in the neck and the bullet went straight through   But I'm packing a textbook   Don't fuck with me 'cuz I'm going to grade three      Thank God it's lunch in a minute   Bit into my hot dog with a razor blade in it   And it cut my tongue off   But I know how to multiply so what's up, boss      Finally had to step out   I dropped out of school when they ripped my neck out   Who knows where the road led?   Seen a man with a briefcase and no head      So I'm like fuck that   Show me a quarter and an ounce of crack   And I'm straighter than a fucking light post   I sold a lot of crack but I bought the most      Now I'm a base head down on my luck   Roaming the streets and got hit by a Mack Truck   And thrown about a block   But I'm thinking nothing but gimme a rock      Holding my sign I'll work for crack   With my old-ass E.T. shirt on my back   And I'm sleeping in the gutter   Right next to Jam Town's mother      I'm eating dead rats in the street   I keep on checking for my own heart beat   Now I'm weighing at a buck-o-five   Twitchy little neck and I'm barely alive      Got my first taste of life in hell   I ate a dead, shh, but don't tell   Excuse me, sir, can you spare some change?   I'll cut your face off and eat your brains      You know all about me   You act like you ain't seen penitentiary   Spitting and cussing and you know I'll piss   With these iron braces on my fucking wrists      And I'm heading for the slammer   Serial killer, all on the camera   First day, they broke my back   Next day, they broke my neck      Third day, they broke my leg   Fourth day, they broke my head   Swallowing kept on trucking   But there'll be no fucking      That's strictly for the soft   Seen a freak in a week and my nuts fell off   So I'm finna escape   How much shit can one club no take?      Stop, fool, stop or I'll fire   Shot me off and I fell in the razor wire   I'm all tangled up, cut, cut, cut, slit, slit, cut, cut   You don't love me, I really don't care      Tie my ass up in the electric chair   I got no family, I got no friends   I pray to God that my life ends   They thought that they had killed me      They took me to the morgue   I'm just a little stiff that's all, like a board   I lay there in my coffin, just chill and wait and chill   But then I jump out knife swinging all about      And motherfucking mother, mother, mother, motherfucking kill   I used to wonder what life's about   Until it chewed me up and spit me out   Your ghetto created a psycho nut   Not just psycho, psycho nut      Now I'm living in the walls of your house   And I'll die there and lay and rot like a dead mouse   I'm packing a sickle I'm on your roof and I'm playing the fiddle   You want me in a straight jacket      'Cuz when I see a throat, I'm a hack it   Where I'm at? What's my name?   Somehow, somewhere, I got hit by a train   And it ripped my legs off, uh, nothing but a minor coft      You can't get me I swing from a tree   Shouting and cussing and shooting at me   Everybody's end make two cents   A branch broke and I fell on a picket fence      I'm stuck and they're coming to get me   Rip myself off and I took my lungs with me   I'm stuffing them back in   Fuck! They won't go back in      Now my life's gettin' dense   'Cuz my heart's still beating   On a wooden fence   They shoot me up and down      Thinking, thinking, thinking clown   Wicked, wicked, wicked clown   You wanna know all about a wicked clown   I never had it made