As i pa** you on the street
I hear you whine, f**, i'm so sick
I'm sure don't have the flu
f** you, why don't you s** my dick
You don't look like you're lying
Cos you really do look like sh**
You can't get your life force flowing
Without another f**ing hit
And another f**ing hit
And another f**ing hit
And another f**ing hit
You keep control of your doorway
Won't let anyone cut your gra**
And look pathetic panning change
From businesscum as they pa**
Looking for any sympathy
Like your real problem was really bad luck
You're all just pitiful losers
And that's why i don't give a f**
That's why i don't give a f**
You knew that it was bad news
From the first time you did a whack
Now your f**ed and whining
Cos you're wired to sh** on smack
And all the times you stuck up
Your f**ing nose at all the facts
You were just proving to yourself
That you were on the wrong track
You said that with you it was different
And it was totally under control
You didn't realize just how fast
That garbage takes it's toll
You laughed about the other losers
And said you didn't give a f**
But it you that's now crying
That you didn't make your own luck
So you thought that you were different
And immune to a junkies fate
You don't even need to figure it out
Cos it's already too f**ing late
Some one will find you face down
Dead and stiff in a puddle of puke
And if i'm wrong and you survive
It will be a total f**ing fluke