(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]