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I want to be an addict I want to be a who*e I want to be a headcase With no apparent cure I want not to be responsible For the things i do and say To be considered a mad genius For the idiots i blow away I'm all up in this girl whose Husband is a cop Should i stop Hell no Hell no I want to be eccentric in the Hughsian Sense of the word I want to be cooked up and filleted Never to be served I want to carry out coups Military and the like To kidnap royal daughters from Big palaces at night I want to do the things They say can never be done I want to pa** every lesser car In my lemans prepped mclaren f1 I'm all up in this girl whose Husband is a cop Should i stop Hell no Should i stop Hell no But i think i'm being followed I get all skitchy it's hard To swallow Maybe i'm just wallowing In self pity Maybe it's just this psycho city Or the fact that she's so f**ing pretty I want the dealers to roll Me fatties Pimps pick me up in their in-the- Mud caddies Thugs lay down their gatties and Battles I want every last motherf**ing Bad guy to call me daddy Who's your daddy You can call me daddy