My pocket don't drive me fast   My mother treats me slow    My statue's got a concrete heart   But you're the coldest bitch I know       In the factory that you call your mind    Graveyard thoughts of stone    A master thief I wouldn't enter there    You've nothing I would care to own, so help me      You're pretending that you got it made   I know you know you know no truth   You're still serving cookies and kool-aid   You're so proper and so cute      My pocket don't drive me fast   My mother treats me slow    My statue's got a concrete heart   But you're the coldest bitch I know, so help me