Stuck here in this hole for an awfully f**ing long time.
Nothing to do, making fecal paintings on the walls.
Need a rock, I'm so strung out now.
Even tried to smoke my hair.
Urine test that proved my guilt must mean there's something left in me
The warden's searching. They won't find sh**
I hid that crackpipe. I swallowed it
And if the warden feels up my a**, he'll probably find them
16 pieces of gla**. I was high as f** then, 16 f**ing times
Didn't even notice. They just slipped down