You've got your sh**, i've got mine
Don't make me sick with your problems
What are you asking me
You belong not my family
f** you all
f** you off
Got my problems
Just mind yours
I'll be your friend, it you spit eash
I like people who bring me cash
But you'll never be mine
My life means myself, me myself and i
f** you all
f** you off
Got my problems
Just mind yours
Cash... does not bore me
It's my heart, it's my... soul...
Does not bore me!
Die! rot! stink!
Got my problems!
Die! rot! stink!
Just mind yours!
f** you all!